The Embellishment of (nearing) Middle-Age

Yes, a few days from now I'll definitely be older again, an inevitable annual occurance that happens yearly (hey what the). Aside from a few, there have been no regrets, and while I toss the hat in the air I recall, too, throwing caution to the wind. That is the reason for the happiness. 

Another reason is that I am back to working-out and I feel so great about it. In fact, I look younger because of all the toxins flushed out of my system. I never felt like this since seriously considering it (working-out) a lifestyle many years back. And lately, I have been consuming tons of protein from beef, chicken, other poultry products (cheese especially), soya, and pork. The reason for which there is always the Nora Daza Pochero during lunch, which I’ll later cook. Or let my partner do it, again. 

Anyway, all these things that are the current issues surrounding my existence has prompted me to remember my youth again, and trying to revive it by being the healthy guy I have already pledged to do and maintain until I reach 110 years, the age of my neighbor who owns the Meguiar carwash at the end of the road. The childhood memories, though remain as memories, fond memories that is. 

Here is a poem by one great fellow. I wish I could tell my son far away about this poem, but can’t. time will tell if it could reach him (this poem), but I hope it does.  

A Child-World

_The Child-World – long and long since lost to view –
A Fairy Paradise!–  
How always fair it was and fresh and new –
How every affluent hour heaped heart and eyes
With treasures of surprise!

Enchantments tangible: The under-brink
Of dawns that launched the sight
Up seas of gold: The dewdrop on the pink,
With all the green earth in it and blue height
Of heavens infinite:

The liquid, dripping songs of orchard-birds –  
The wee bass of the bees,
With lucent deeps of silence afterwards;
The gay, clandestine whisperings of the breeze
And glad leaves of the trees.

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O Child-World: After this world--just as when
I found you first sufficed
My soulmost need – If I found you again,
With all my childish dream so realised,
I should not be surprised.

James Whitcomb Riley