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Sunday afternoon I played frisbee
With the two cutest men on Boston Common.
They were quite friendly and welcoming.
I managed to achieve the occasional
Bit of grace.
The fear of being too old
Or too klutzy
To be welcome, or to fit in,
Was just a memory.
I remember writing
About my overwhelming feelings
Of fear
Of getting old
Of getting creepy
But above all missing out
Missing out on something
Sometimes definite
Most times indefinite.
But then I thought of Sunday
And of The Gathering
I'd attended last month.
Fitting in.
Not missing out.
Satisfaction, at last.
And the clear prospect
Of future fulfillment
Dispelling fears of missing out.

12 September 2000

by Bill Cattey