I don’t feel that old 

But everything is changing 

My 12 year wedding anniversary is approaching 

When I sit still, I find that part of my soul is aching

Guess that’s why I like to keep moving

Maybe 7 miles tomorrow?

Mid-life is encroaching

Or maybe already here??
I watched a pregnant lady cross the street in the neighborhood today 

From my car, it felt like I was watching my life slip away

I’m not one of the moms in the cul-de-sac

Pretty sure most of them are my junior 

I always imagined that life would make me feel trapped 

So what about the future?

Is it not right now?

The Amazon truck is blue, boxy, and sleek

Like out of a Pixar movie 

Maybe I’m a bit of a geek

I’ve got the i-phone 6s still 

I remember when the Motorola Razor was a thrill 

If it were up to me, I’d still have that phone 

Along with all my old friends from high school 

All the ones that have moved away 

My parents are turning gray 

Their hair used to be brown 

I walked to the beach today to try to figure things out 

That beach where I grew up 

The sandy portion has gotten wider 

Thanks to replenishment projects, the dunes are higher

Those big stone jetties seem immovable 

The pompous grass, the pale sky, the dark water – are all so beautiful 

My soul finds peace right there at the shoreline

I think of all the dogs that have died: Misty, Zelda, Daisy, Winnie, Martin, Big John

Then my spirit is heavy like the weight of all that water in the bay

Why does everything good go away?

In heaven, I’m convinced, those pups live on 

The bay is still here

Environmentalists warn though, that it too has changed after all these years

There’s a path along the water carved out for me 

I take a second and breathe

My Golden retriever is with me 

Is there a replenishment project for my soul?

At least the sand out here is level

Everything that’s precious to me 

Is hevel