Just Human

Well that's it. 49 years and 364 days and in a matter of hours I am leaving whatever could be described as "youth". I have seen new life, and death, in that time, and enjoyed and suffered whatever life dishes out. I am not sure when you reach the stage that is called "grown up" but it still isn't yet. I still hate going to work, having never discovered a vocation and I wish I had more time to discover the planet and to develop useful skills. I think I make a tolerable "husband", and father, and son, and I suppose that is all I should expect. I wont make my mark on the world that future generations will worship my shrine, but nor will anyone hate me. I have never knowingly extinguished a life (except for that cat I had to kill, quivering after a road crash, although countless insects have no doubt suffered my wrath, and I havent eaten dead animal for 25 years or more) and brought new life into the world.

I have knowledge and experience, but that is useful only to me. My great Aunt is 98 and blind and deaf and is unable to communicate anymore. So ends life, if we are lucky, and my lovely neice tells me I have another 50 years to go, which I dont think she meant in a nice way, little minx.
That's Rock and Roll