From the window of the coffee shop
I see the college kids
caressing life with careless symmetry.
I sip a cold cappuccino and wait
for my daughter, who has advanced further
than her father ever did.
Fifty years before, university beckoned me
with undergraduate euphoria
and the promise of promiscuity.
Trepidation, examination, recrimination.
I remember that slipped, missed chance,
or maybe it was the dance with the slim hipped Miss
that left me examining my priorities?