Just a Number
I turn 60! Oh My!
Keep between you and I.
I know you wish me well,
No good reason to tell.
To your face, plump and round,
I refuse to be bound.
By your digits, per se,
I feel badly betrayed.
You enhance my near sight,
My sleep and appetite.
You take toll on my weight,
On my waist and my gait.
No more PMS blues,
I paid hormonal dues.
Now collected and calm,
Exude middle age charm.
I am not sure I know
What to do with it though.
But one note of good cheer -
At the least I’m still here.
Give me a month or two
I’ll get inured to you.
And shall put down my pride
For the next decade ride.
May 8, 2022
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