Mike Spindell noted yesterday that he was coming to the milestone of his 70th birthday. I’m just two years younger than Mike. I have never met him in person. We became friends via the Internet. Over the years, I have come to trust his integrity, his intelligence…and his honesty. I have learned much from reading the columns that he has written for Flowers for Socrates and Res Ipsa Loquitor.
At my age, I think a lot about my life, years past, family members and friends who are now gone. I’m fortunate that my “golden years” have been the happiest of my life…and some of the most fruitful. I think that Mike is also enjoying his golden years. I’m happy that he writes for Flowers for Socrates…and shares his wisdom and thoughts with the rest of us. I’m dedicating this poem to him:
An excerpt from Crossroads
By Joyce Sutphen
The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
I will land on my feet this time,
knowing at least two languages and who
my friends are. I will dress for the
occasion, and my hair shall be
whatever color I please.
Everyone will go on celebrating the old
birthday, counting the years as usual,
but I will count myself new from this
inception, this imprint of my own desire.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MIKE!!!
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