REFLECTIONS ON TURNING 60
Do you remember when
60 was old?
When skin looked
wrinkled and rolled?
But now that it’s us
We wonder why all the
fuss
We’re still young and
charming and bold.
Our sense of humor
remains
Even with all of our
pains
We find beauty in
wrinkles
Senior eyes still
have twinkles
Though we ache in our
bones when it rains.
Our brain cells still
work pretty good
Our taste buds still celebrate
food
Our teeth may be
false
Other parts we have
lost
But our motor’s the
same ‘neath the hood.
Now we’re 6o, so
what’s the big deal?
Though sometimes it
doesn’t seem real
We have lived through
so much
But if we
think it’s rough
Just think how our
parents must feel!
Joan Rowden Hart
written June 2003
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