At My Right Time

Sometimes I hate
I was about sixty
when I found OA,
that I missed the years
when my family was young,
that I failed to raise my sons
in a household that knew serenity.
Sometimes I chide myself

for knowing of OA decades earlier
and failing to come,
refusing to come a second time
those long years ago.

Sometimes I envy those teens
who walk through the door,
a life of serenity ahead.
But I know I came when I came
and for me I was right on time.