Sixty Five

When I was a child
On Grandma’s knee
She seemed really old to me
Now I know all she could be
Was at the most just 43
By the time I reached 15
And all those years
There in between
Sixty five seemed sure to mean
The final years
The parting scene
And when I reached
Age twenty-five
Sixty seemed barely alive
Now that I will soon arrive
At that age of sixty five
I look around at what I see
And stretch my wings
And fling them free
I have to say quite honestly
Sixty five seems young to me

© 10/28/2000 By Lucille Falk Miller