It won’t be my birthday for another month yet. I was thinking about it though.
Here is my poem.
Turning 60, or is it 59.
There is a birthday and I think it’s mine.
I’ll celebrate, party, have a great time.
Don’t send condolences in a letter.
I like my age, every year gets better!
Glad not return behind the ears wetter.
Of advantages I can think of three.
Anywhere, with confidence, wander free
Nothing, any more, seems to bother me.
Faces or names, never could remember.
Of an excused group I am now member.
Doused, my memory, a burning ember.
No longer must I work 40 hours.
I have a choice, read, relax, tend flowers,
Or see the world. This freedom empowers.
When it is my birthday, I shall opine
This day is not dark, I am feeling fine.
Let’s celebrate, party, have a great time.
– – June Nash