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Ah, Sixty-five Years Old!
Ah, sixty-five years old!
To me, it is a marvelous age:
No longer a foolish, dreamy-eyed kid,
Yet still not a stuffy old sage;
Not too old to keep on dreaming,
But old enough to know about
The world and how it operates
And how to figure some people out.
Ah, sixty-five years old:
A brand new chapter in a wonderful tome
Called Life, which started years ago
And spans cradle to nursing home.
My high points: my table of contents;
Mental pictures: my illustrations;
All my memories: my glorious chapters;
My comments and poems: added notations.
Ah, sixty-five years old!
Every day's filled with new adventures.
I'm ready to handle whatever's to come:
Hip replacements, cataracts, dentures!
So what if there's an ache or pain
Or two or three or four or five.
Life's too short to let pain stop me;
I'm happy just to be alive!
Ah, sixty-five years old,
With more gray hair upon my head,
Where the crop is getting quite sparse.
(More hair grows on my ears, instead!)
But life is easy; there's much less stress.
There's time to reflect, to garden, to cook.
I don't have to shave every day
Or give a damn about how I look.
Ah, sixty-five years old,
With a few dents in the bumper guard.
But the motor's still running in this ol' car;
It's not ready for the auto junkyard.
I'll keep enjoying this incredible journey,
Sailing along in cruise control.
To live every day to the fullest:
That's my aim, my dream, my goal.
(8-15-14)
To me, it is a marvelous age:
No longer a foolish, dreamy-eyed kid,
Yet still not a stuffy old sage;
Not too old to keep on dreaming,
But old enough to know about
The world and how it operates
And how to figure some people out.
Ah, sixty-five years old:
A brand new chapter in a wonderful tome
Called Life, which started years ago
And spans cradle to nursing home.
My high points: my table of contents;
Mental pictures: my illustrations;
All my memories: my glorious chapters;
My comments and poems: added notations.
Ah, sixty-five years old!
Every day's filled with new adventures.
I'm ready to handle whatever's to come:
Hip replacements, cataracts, dentures!
So what if there's an ache or pain
Or two or three or four or five.
Life's too short to let pain stop me;
I'm happy just to be alive!
Ah, sixty-five years old,
With more gray hair upon my head,
Where the crop is getting quite sparse.
(More hair grows on my ears, instead!)
But life is easy; there's much less stress.
There's time to reflect, to garden, to cook.
I don't have to shave every day
Or give a damn about how I look.
Ah, sixty-five years old,
With a few dents in the bumper guard.
But the motor's still running in this ol' car;
It's not ready for the auto junkyard.
I'll keep enjoying this incredible journey,
Sailing along in cruise control.
To live every day to the fullest:
That's my aim, my dream, my goal.
(8-15-14)
