In the Fifties,
I was
an aspiring infielder.
In the Sixties,
a poet manque.
In the Seventies,
a besotted newspaperman.
In the Eighties,
a sobered editor.
In the Nineties,
an incipient digiguru.
In the Aughts,
I entertained ennui.
In the Tweens,
my mind
shall greet
my body.
Having accepted that
I won't be playing shortstop
for the Minnesota Twins.