As some of you know…this has been quite a year for me
A year of losing a marriage of 31 years
A year of therapy and doctors and pills – (over, over, and no mas!)
A year of knowing time is short and getting shorter, with my beloved father; my Superman
Losing our beloved Ripken after only 10 years of furry joy
But also…
A year in which I found hope for new life and new love after 50
However, through it all…the worst of it…I found the best of it
The bare truth, the ugly truth, but the truth, just the same
And there is beauty in that
♥
This is not a sad tale
I’ll say it first; say it loud and clear, my husband and I are together again
And while there are reasons for couples who’ve been together as long as we have been, to find themselves where we did…
There are also reasons to find ourselves where we are now
After we separated and during our time apart, I did find love
And while it proved to not be what I thought and felt it was
I learned I needed the possibility of it
I had to have it
I had to know it was possible
Not with him, as that is done before it ever really began
But knowing the capacity for that kind of love is still in me, has helped me understand
In some small way, that the man I chose 31 years ago deserves nothing less than what I promised him so long ago
And too…So. Do. I.
It is with his blessing and understanding, which comes from the love and trust I know he has for me
That I am able to put the following out there because I must
For me
It’s closure of a sort
A new beginning of an old story deserves just that…a beginning
And in that same vein, the ending of the new story deserves its say.
And while that love was not, in the end, what I thought it was, it’s better as it is now
Friendship. And a lifelong one it will be
I have NEVER taken love lightly – Any kind of love – Nor have I ever taken it for granted
But I find I have always needed the kind of love of which I speak and know too that I can’t settle for less
Nor would I want a partner who would either
And it’s there, still, with the man I married
It had gotten tangled in the weeds, but it’s there
My garden is all but free of the weeds now
Mostly clear, and clean, and ready for next year’s bounty
What’s left to be done is this…and it is with love for this someone who has become, if not what I thought, at least what I needed at the time, and what I’ll always need at all times…
A true friend and A beloved one
It’s rarely pretty, this finding love and losing love
It’s not always complimentary, exposing ourselves the way we do
But I love my friend, as much now as ever
And I hope he understands, as I now do, that the truth, given OR received, is never wasted on ones we love:
♥
Rode hard, put away wet
Know the term? You do I bet
But here’s the thing…well, more than one
We all have dreams, or at least want some
We read the words from men like you
Meant to shock, arouse, and lube
Don’t get me wrong, they do all that
But there’s more to see here than that
If you’ll allow, I will explain
In rhyming time and sweet refrain
That which delineates the sexes
It’s more than just muscle reflexes
The matter of perspective arises
Far above your “cash and prizes”
As women go, I’m plain at best
At least the shell, the crust, the vest
But underneath, (not just for me)
There is a fire, so plain to see
But only plain to those who dare
To look beyond the graying hair
The less than fit, the age defined
The stretch-marked bellies, the Swiss cheese minds
Women of certain elegant ages
Have printed upon their bodies’ pages
Their stories of love and pain and laughter
Their tales of lives that we’re all after
But when we fall for men who seek
The more fit, the young, the more sleek
We feel pity more than other
For negate they do, that once their mothers
Were beautiful in the eyes of one
The one they trusted, who gave them sons
But you close your hearts to love and trust
The only thing left is shallow lust
Which produces naught but sweat and cum
May be fine, enough for some
When the end is near in our lives’ journeys
We’ll lie upon our final gurneys
Does one suppose he’s surrounded by
The lithe, the fit, the candy eye?
I fear, my love, that won’t be so
Fear even more there will be no
One at all, regardless of..
The state of fitness..nor of love
For if you set your sites so low
As to allow for only those
That please the eye, the prick, the glands
Forever you’ll dwell in Never Land
Even Peter Pan learned the trick
To not just grow, but teach his dick
That though the fit and the buff
Will feast the eye, it’s not enough
To satisfy a life long need
To touch a heart, to plant a seed
In love and trust, eternal gladness
To have that one to share the madness
Of every day life in every days ways
Of every day love and yes, the haze
Of lust and fear and pain and sorrows
Of knowing they’re there through our tomorrows
My wish, my hope, my fear, my joy
All rolled in one for you my boy
Is that the day you meet the end
You know you’ve done as you intended
For to wait upon the reaper’s time
With naught but wishes to fill your time
Is no way to greet the earth
The final rest, the final dirt
To know you’ve lived and loved and tried
With all your heart despite your pride
To give out more than you’ve received
No more we’d ask, no more we’d need
To face your death with lightened heart
Evolved from apes, from apes apart
Our choices bring us far above
What evolution thinks of love
For apes we are and apes we’ll stay
But apes are not all the same, I say
Some just fuck but some will love
Some for life, some far above
If it were not so, I would bow
To Darwin here, and Darwin now
But for myself, to this I say
Close your heart to love, you will pay
In the end, it’s all we’ve got
That makes us different, far apart
From just biology and lust
That fades, with time, and so does trust
♥
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50 Shades of Gray Hair 
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