Mistleton and Other Men

The worries of my thirties I’ve long left behind,
Those doubts that would press on the edge of my mind.
The weight of ambition, the rush of the chase,
Are all gone for good, like clouds into space!

No lingering insecurities or residues of youth,
No self-loathing or running away from the truth.
No tension between who I am and who I should be,
I’m a man, I’m gay, I’m badass, and I’m free!

No fear of intimacy, no fear of love,
Game to connect from beneath and above.
No serial dating, ghosting, or muddling through,
Like gay men in their thirties tragically do!

In sync with my age, comfortable in my skin,
Loving my body, the great shape that I'm in.
Unconcerned about the gay social scene,
You’ll age out eventually—you’ll get what I mean!

No more balancing of one’s professional and personal life,
No more career ambition causing relationship strife.
No more loneliness masked by social media, parties, and chats.
No more feeling disconnected, alone and at home, with one’s cats.

No more longing for my twenties and feeling I’m old,
No more pressure to fit into a specific gay mold.
You think the thirties are where life hits its stride,
But my fifties have taught me: This is the ride!