Sixty This Year
I will turn sixty years old this year.
I can face it bravely for I don't look my age.
Turning forty.... that filled me with fear
but I'm wiser now, practically a sage
and not afraid to turn this new page.
When I was young, sixty seemed so old.
I imagined I'd be decrepit and bent.
That's not me at all, if I may be so bold.
My current health and demeanor, a gift, heaven sent.
Though often I wonder where all the years went.
My face has some lines, my hair's mostly grey.
I am not bothered by it at all.
I still love to laugh and to sing and to play.
Old age is out there but I'll not heed the call
because sixty is just a number after all.
Most days I feel young, much younger than I
have been for so many years.
I'm not yet ready to give up and die,
I've just slowed down a touch, shifted the gears,
so this birthday I'll face with smiles, not tears.
Twenty fifteen will be my best year yet,
I can feel it, I'm sure it is so.
So many people and adventures not met
are waiting for me this I know
and I'm so glad to see twenty fourteen go.
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