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Sunday 28 April 2024

At Sixty

At sixty
I am still not consumed forever
Life still flickers
Though not inflammable
It's peculiar strength
Comes from bygone years
By now I should have given up
On having a heart....yet I am not heart-less
Till now.... nor am I green with envy
Of those who possess sweeter memories 
Of days gone by and left in hand
Nor do I yearn for my baby teeth
To show off the whiteness of my soul
Virgin in its longings

At sixty
I am my own self 
A little bitter...a wee bit better than
My former self with roots firmer still

Stretching to the ocean 
Where all tributaries mingle
And loose their own selves
In shape, colour, creed of being human

14 comments:

  1. "I am my own self a little bitter...a wee bit better than my former self with roots firmer still" ~~ age has gifted you with remarkable insight and sensitivity. Lovely writing.

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  2. 60 was a good age. My bod cratered, but repairable, at 68. I had to retire.
    90 and I'm falling apart again, this time now fix, blame it on age. Retired
    life has been good, completed my bucket list.
    ..

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    1. Jim, that's great. I also hope tomake my retired life memorable.

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  3. Sixty is the new 40. You still are a young whipper snipper...Enjoy live now...it goes quickly.

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    1. I know. Thank you for being on this page with me.

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  4. Wonderful sentiments, beautifully expressed!

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  5. Thank you very much Rosemary

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