More than a year ago I wrote myself this birthday poem:
ODE ON OLD
I dribble and dodder
and can’t hold my water.
My mood is grumpy
My body is lumpy.
But….
I still dress and feed myself,
attend to most personal needs,
and though I love to garden,
am done planting my seeds.
Also there are…
Naps without guilt, eggs without yolks,
senior discounts, help from young folks,
hobbies galore, books to read,
movies to see, pretty fish to feed,
things to build, time to spare
morning quiet, and people who care.
Life at 69 years is good.