Becoming Seventy

BECOMING SEVENTY I was riding high Leaving behind sixty nine I celebrated the departure of sixty six My born day is 9/6. Who needs 666? I'd rather write a book A gift to those who care; Call it forgiveness. I ponder therapy It has gone too far with my Therapist Finally, at seventy, I take the blame, the lead The speed with which I'll feed gourmet dish It percolates from within When, why, how would you humbly sit? *