how we slowly watch
as others fall
into the sweet sleep of death
before our own
to grow old-
to grow old-
and wither from this earth
as the generations
raise up their stalks (all around);
such is a fulfillment for the soul
to witness the next generation
the next wedding
the next birth
and suddenly
a generation turns.

sometimes being at a family event rings true, even if it is a new family, one by marriage, or circumstances, or third marriage, trepidation or social awkwardness may be right in time but a line not cast never catches a fish so… go for it… I wish I knew more about fishing when I was younger… (and yeah, that is a metaphor).