Outside the Lines

There is an age I’m told

where cavalier and careless

give way to restraint and reserve

Where conformity is prized above all

and singularly becomes a relic of a reckless past

The age of submission

of falling in line and gleeful surrender

And yet, here I am

long past 60

still heedless

still rash

Disregarding boundaries

and forever
coloring outside the lines