The serendipity of a half century

Prose tendered on the 25th in acknowledgement of my anniversary of a half century on Earth.

The serendipity
of fifty
ain’t lost on me…
the rippling of time
on a dime,
without regards
to shifts.
Grand risings,
Good mornings
amid the storms
of life on arrival,
doing battle with
haughtiness and harlotry
as the wicked
refuse to bend
their knee,
keeping the foot
on the necks
of those they
were sworn to protect
quiet is kept,
I’ll choose the path
of the humbled
walking the path
with nary a mumble,
dipping toes in
pristine waters
of oceans filled
by way of tears wept,
but I refuse
to default
on this loan…
of humanity,
in lieu of
the travesty
of others…
who take pride
in smothering
their sisters and brothers,
as those with no
druthers can never hope
to recover,
their humanity
amid the gravity of it all…
sinking beneath
the water’s edge.