Ha! 60 is a state of mind
Though some would mark it
“Mortal Time”
A cane, some pills, ER, anon
Another classmate buys the farm
Still I totter forth, alone,
It is a curiosity of mine
To see what’s left can make of me
The quirky gramp and uncle way
Now my own with startled grace
Crumbs of pity from the young
Provided I don’t say too much
They hold the door to let me pass
My beggared body stumbles in
Another day, another year
The senior discount beckons me
Gray and shrunk I think in shouts
Coffee’s fresh! Amen! Amen!
60 at McDonald’s
