Z is for Zee, or Zed, or Zenith

Just when you suspect you might be getting

A little bit past your prime, not old exactly

But no longer a youngster either – the coolest

Thing can occur; if you happen to be one

Of the lucky ones, you’ll get a grandchild to love

And this gift will slough years off you as if

You’ve had surgery, remarkable, magical surgery

Where once you might have been winding down

You will begin again winding back up

Re-energized, filled with a joie de vive

That you vaguely remember from when your

Own kids were young and everything seemed

Possible, do-able, and potential was unlimited

It won’t be the end or the middle even but the

Best of all possible times, the zenith you’ll

Think, has finally arrived, and you are ready