At the Age of Eighty
How we spend our time says so much
Working, playing, musing … as such
I tend to spend mine yearning to touch,
While avoiding the bane of unwanted clutch.
Each day I make some elaborate plans
About how to spend my twenty-four spans
From dawn to dusk my mind will advance,
Sometimes I even make room for romance.
Other times I simply while-away the day
Indulging in the most frivolous foray,
Letting my inner child with abandon play,
And fending off anxiety that comes my way.
When you’ve arrived at the age of eighty,
There’s no longer any reason to feel guilty,
Or try to be pretty, and certainly not dainty,
You just restrain yourself from being flirty!
written January 25, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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