A poem on reaching 40
I stumbled on this poem I wrote when I turned 40.
First day at forty
Looking out and looking back
A big sky – high with spackled clouds
Evening rooftop in Jerez.Haven’t thought of that these many years
Why suddenly now?
I stumbled on this poem I wrote when I turned 40.
First day at forty
Looking out and looking back
A big sky – high with spackled clouds
Evening rooftop in Jerez.Haven’t thought of that these many years
Why suddenly now?
