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 Sexty
No longer simply an age
Morphing into an attitude
Still fully rambunctious
Feeling my oats
Knowing the ropes
Still able to hang in there
Feeling sexty
From an earlier poem “Sixty”
I loved all the comments
Sixty is the new forty
One of my favorites
But another friend suggested
A new name for this age
Sexty
Entering these same gates
Only a few days after me
We are both spry as spring chickens
Ready to embrace this new age
Seeing only the positives
In the mirror each morning
We are sexty
Energetic surges, heart pulsing
Alive, tingling to my fingertips
Excited about each new morning
Sensuality triggers awareness
Opening doors and windows
To the world around me
I am sexty
11Apr12
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