WELL PLAYED, MR KOVACS

I awoke just before six this morning,
Then decided to greet today’s sunrise.
I rode my old bicycle to the beach.

Early enough to witness with my eyes,
The darkness of night meet its own demise,
Far enough to be out of my arm’s reach.

A pale orange glow climbed the horizon,
Sweeping away any clouds gathering,
When the blazing sun took place in the sky.

For at least a part of the current day,
Providing much comfort of light and warmth,
For those just stirring and starting their day.

Riding the ribbon of the bike’s pathway,
The sun keeps to my right as I head north,
Thanking God for all my blessings today.

It is something I will never deny,
Nothing came easy, at times finished last,
Yet, remained humble about achievements.

Ready to head home, I turned my bike towards home,
With the sun behind me, it beamed light,
As I rode, the sun’s rays pat my shoulder.

With an accomplished academic past,
A four decade legacy-filled career,
“Well played, Mr. Kovacs!, I faintly hear.

I exclaimed, “Thank you!”, then “Who’s this?”, I asked,
Clouds celebrated, dancing new movements,
Winds whispered, “You were focused and steadfast.”

I paused, letting the breeze brush through my hair,
Its hush, like pages turning in my life’s book,
Each gust recalling moments I once knew.

The sea, now gleaming with its morning’s stare,
Reflecting not just light, but love and care,
A life well-lived, with purpose, shining through.