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