80-60

19 Mar

My Take

DiVoran Lites

 

 

 

I’m tired of growing old

So I’ve decided to have

A permanent birthday

To which I will refer hourly

Only God knows how long

I will live, how long

I will die.

He’s in charge of every

Gray hair

He’s in charge of my heart

It’s His to use as he pleases

He’s forever in charge of the future

So one time fits all Happy Birthday to me

Move over 60-years-old and make room

I’ve shaved off 20 years, 3 hours, 24 minutes and 55 seconds.

Pardon me if I act young,

Plan young

Dress young, it’s much more fun

Than walkers, isolation, graves,

The younger I think, the younger I am.

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One Response to “80-60”

  1. Onisha Ellis March 20, 2018 at 5:25 pm #

    I enjoyed this. You have an inspiring philosophy on aging. Painting adds the perfect touch to the poem.

    Like

    Reply

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