I do not know what will be
as Golden days come my way now,
an unknown fear that plays with me,
No explanation to why or how.
I will embrace the days
with hope, to live more richly here,
that Fifty will not crush my gaze,
A new JOY to come, unfolding clear.
Paula Antonello, Poetry. Copyright: Friday, April 1, 2022.
Image #1: Golden by P. Antonello.
Image #2: 50 by Kendall Scott on Unsplash