SIXTY
Prayer for
Birth Year ‘54
Sixty, a new reality,
A mastery
Of gravity.
Flexibility?
Slow and sore.
In lies a possibility,
The weekly discovery
Of maladies;
Skin is wrinkly.
Botox or ignore?
Sixty…bring simplicity
But continue curiosity
I beg Your generosity
More history,
I implore.
Sixty sing a melody
Both comedy
And tragedy.
Hilarity, sensitivity;
Play a lifetime score.
Sandwiched society, ‘tween
Adult kid and the elderly
Lettuce and tomatoey,
Kinda mayonaissey;
Crumbs on the floor.
Sixty should be sanctity
Freedom and some liberty
But given our reality,
Anxiety…
Nest egg saboteur.
In all sincerity,
I am most decidedly,
Hanging onto sanity;
Balance and regularity.
Do not slam the door!
Retirement? Such tranquility,
But not so close, visibly.
Work until eternity?
What’s my capability
Of seeing other shores?
Is sixty the new forty?
Possible majority.
Smart phone authority,
Facebook priority,
Dr. Oz, our ambassador.
So bring it---sixty!
Let’s toast you in our clarity,
Deny all antiquity
Laugh out loud with brevity.
I’ll have that second pour!
Next ten, live abundantly.
In grace and certain dignity.
Grandchildren, hopefully.
God Bless all my faculties
Until the final score!
