I'm coming up on
 fifty-nine
and realized
I've lived through
other times,
the way back days,
as the grand-kids say.

Some might call 'em
the good old days.

Looking back, I see my
early life in black and white,
television shows in shades of grey,
and TV dinners in aluminum trays. 

Walter Cronkite broadcast the news
of a war in the jungle; we were
destined to lose.

The Ed Sullivan show
was Mama's fave she even
let us stay up late to see the debut
of a British boy band with long
hair wearing black suits.

It takes a long life,
to reflect upon your
way-back-days.
I've been blessed.
I am grateful.
With every
sunrise
I'm still amazed!