POEM - Blurred

When endless years of youth have

Played their role and petered out

As all youth does.

There is a blur of life that happens

And time in adulthood quickens

Mixes and swirls and slushes together.

There are bright spots

In the midst of the blur

With faces and events

Fixed and solid beacons

Giving a few ports in the storm

So I guess I have to ask forgiveness

That I didn't remember the exact month

When we moved the sofa

From that wall

To this whimsical floating location

Where it sits now

I think I should get credit

For realizing to any degree

That my usually perch moved

Given its comparable insignificance

What with the TV

Right in front of it

I'm having a difficult enough time

Making sure I recall all of the kids

And their names and birth dates.

I got our anniversary right

This year

And there were flowers and chocolate

Like you said you like

When you see other husbands

Get them for their wives.

I can understand context

Eventually

Especially when married

Inexorably

With frequency.

What I am saying

Clumsily

Is the 90s were a blur

And the 00s

And the Teens

Are not looking any better

And I'm not getting any younger

So feel free to remind me

When we need to flip the mattress

Or when the couch

Obviously

Should be moved again

I'm glad to help where I can.

But I've surrendered

To the swirling blur

Dove in a long time ago

Understood early

That time gets slippery

As the haze of age

Envelops.