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Sixty
In nine days, a magical threshold will be crossed;
I will step into my golden years, surpassing sixty.
Funny, I don't feel sixty…
But, I wonder, how is sixty supposed to feel?
I am still very active physically;
Running, lifting, yoga, hiking.
I am running slower,
Lifting lighter,
Practicing yoga more meditatively,
Smelling the flowers more often hiking.
I am winding down to a more comfortable pace,
As that competitive edge has become dull;
No longer seeking the thrill of victory.
But I can run, and jump, and play hard
With my four year old grandson.
Sherrie and I can dance all night long.
My life is lived with a fullness of gusto;
Enjoying friends, Guinness, and love.
I seem to have achieved a sense of balance.
No longer running marathons to prove
That I am not getting older.
‘Cause I am…
But that doesn't have to be a negative.
Approaching that window
Called retirement…
I smile such a sweet, sweet smile.
Those golden years of glorious sunsets;
Continuing to eat healthy, being active,
Having fun within my body.
I will not rust out… nope, I will wear out.
Nimble fingers tickling the keyboard;
Opening up my heart, my soul to all
Who care to read.
Poetry flowing, mind growing, life of knowing;
Peace… sweet peace resting in balance.
Sixty… funny, I don't feel sixty.
10Apr12
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