On Reaching Sixty

I have reached a pinnacle pertaining to age a time of great reflection I didn’t think I’d have this reaction when I finally reached this stage giddy as a child with great exhilaration I’m so excited o’er this day a day of expectation a shout a great sensation on my sixth decade day an icon in the boomer generation We have b’day weeks in this family so I don’t know what to expect quiet murmurs, special plans, oh I’m so suspect A clandestine celebration, a huge festivity maybe I will check the mail, RSVP intercept But lo, a small salutation almost like any other day I smile, courteous, truly I don’t know what to say disappointed, depressed thought of retaliation Should I react or quietly pray Should I let it go unnoticed, unspoken should I just let go of the past Would I be acting selfish, ridiculed, and sassed do I quietly let my heart stay broken or sulk and act harassed Do I really feel downtrodden or am I just not acting my age shouldn’t I be more mature at this stately stage then to have my soul entirely sodden or to break into a rage I hope to rise well above when I am seventy alas I may be free forgive, forget, and love and keep my sanity