For six decades I created.
I grew in my family.
I grew in myself.
I grew in knowledge.
I grew in love.
I grew in responsibilities.
I grew in losses.

And I see everything I have made
And, indeed, it is all very good

Except for the parts that are very very bad
Or in between 
Or the parts that I don’t remember
Or don’t want to remember
Or the parts that were both good and bad
Like childbirth
And parenting
And marriaging
And divorcing
And, well, come to think of it,
Pretty damn near all of it.

And now
In the seventh decade
I rest
Grateful

Though too often
This Sabbath time
Is feared and despised

Yet still
I rest.