Without Rhyme Or Reason
Nigh On Sixty!
It's creeping up on me,
Sixtieth birthday,
How did that happen?
Still twenty three in my head,
And ageless whilst I sleep in bed,
But signs creep in,
Sneaking up on the recipient,
No longer allowing the dance,
Or to run with the wind,
And... you look silly,
Catching snowflakes on your tongue,
Sixty! three score years,
Crammed with joy and sadness,
to last a lifetime,
Whatever "lifetime" means,
I think I made it,
Contentment being my goal,
For hours I watch the squirrels feed in my garden,
Watch birds feast on the scraps,
Yes, despite it all, I made it,
This is my year to travel,
Find an island hideaway,
A city to excite me,
and a warm beach to lay upon.
Too long erring on the side of caution ...
Nigh on Sixty, let's do it!
Linda Stuart Harnett, © 2013
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Nigh On Sixty!
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