SIXTY-ONE MILES YOUNG

Every year is a fork in the road.
You swear you don’t feel old,
but your feet are tread worn
and you’d have sworn
you had more gas in the tank.
You have gravity to thank,
or Karma,
or “Big Pharma”
for getting you this far.
Were you a car they’d have
traded you in for a sleek,
and speedy thing, but it would be
a greedy thing to make material
things your sole desire.
There’s still a fire in the hearth
and nowhere on earth you’d rather be
than the road you’re currently on.
Your GPS is gone and your drive
is just staying alive and avoiding
any more detours along your journey.
And you yearn for just one more
mile to make you smile (and go
in style) while on the way!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

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I HAVE ONE, ONLY BIGGER

I always found words fascinating.
Whether debating the designated hitter
or tossing bitter barbs at rubes
who choose to question my side.
I take pride in the aplomb I’ve amassed,
for I have surpassed the vocabulary
I once thought scary in the day.
I must say it has grown. It has shown me
new ways of expressing what I’ve been
guessing had been on my mind.
I find my thesaurus a great tool,
and I never fool with my dictionary.
It feeds my vocabulary.
I have one, only bigger!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017