Yesterday, I turned 60
Am I now an elderly
'Cos someone needs to show me
How to grow old gracefully
When I started on my journey
Back in '62
I never dreamt I'd be here so quickly
And I'm not sure what to do
Should I behave in a certain manner
Should my treats be scones with jam
Instead of wine and beer
And the occasional wee dram
Am I allowed to lose my filters
And not worry what's right and wrong
After all, if I'm group Elderly
It could be my swansong
I'll take my cue from others
Rely on folk to tell me
If what I'm doing is not akin
With someone approaching Eldie
So if you see me behaving
Not like an elderly should
Just tap me on the shoulder
And whisper 'that's not good'
I will probably ignore you
And carry on regardlessly
But at least I can add it to a list
Of how I need to be
Me turned 60 too and enjoyed this poem very much. Beautifully inked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very lovely poem. Made me laugh but most importantly made me respect you. Thanks for being here and still sharing with us young folks. Your type is truly rare.