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(almost) 60: So what? It’s only   a lonely number, A digit,   A widget   A speck        At 60: Some are happy But some, alone   Without a home   Others widowed, Divorced   or forced   into Invisibility. We are who we are. Some poor, some rich,   some think it’s a *****   Black or white, gay or straight   love or hate.   Life is what we make it Growing older has its perks. There’s Social Security,   more maturity,   AARP. Medicare,   blue hair,   Sr. Discount @ McDonald’s Replace a hip.   Botox a lip.   The knee’s arthritic,   the stomach acidic.   Life is fragile, And just like that!   Snap!   It could be gone! Meandering down the road of life. Oblivious.   Lascivious.     A relationship, or two. Stopping for a beer,   having a career, driving with the top down. Then… SLAM…. brick wall ahead….SIXTY! Screech of brakes.   For God’s sake.   Sixty’s the new forty? ********   Deal with it.   Get your head on straight.   It was Pete Townsend who penned, “I hope I die before I am old.”   Truth be told?   Older makes wiser.   Wiser makes sense.   Truth to dispense,   and still a lot to learn, Growing old “gracefully" is an art in itself. From middle age   to Sage,   we step into our skin, and rejoice   our voice   is heard   I will be thankful! I’ll thank the Lord each day! For my three gorgeous girls,   the best friends in the world,   and a job that pays the bills. Wealth, My health To love myself At 60. Sixty is **** If I lived through the sixties, I can live through the 60’s. (maybe a **** or two would help though)
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Feb 14, 2010
Feb 14, 2010 at 7:18 PM UTC
I Lived Through the Sixties/I Can Live Through the 60's
(almost) 60: So what? It’s only   a lonely number, A digit,   A widget   A speck        At 60: Some are happy But some, alone   Without a home   Others widowed, Divorced   or forced   into Invisibility. We are who we are. Some poor, some rich,   some think it’s a *****   Black or white, gay or straight   love or hate.   Life is what we make it Growing older has its perks. There’s Social Security,   more maturity,   AARP. Medicare,   blue hair,   Sr. Discount @ McDonald’s Replace a hip.   Botox a lip.   The knee’s arthritic,   the stomach acidic.   Life is fragile, And just like that!   Snap!   It could be gone! Meandering down the road of life. Oblivious.   Lascivious.     A relationship, or two. Stopping for a beer,   having a career, driving with the top down. Then… SLAM…. brick wall ahead….SIXTY! Screech of brakes.   For God’s sake.   Sixty’s the new forty? ********   Deal with it.   Get your head on straight.   It was Pete Townsend who penned, “I hope I die before I am old.”   Truth be told?   Older makes wiser.   Wiser makes sense.   Truth to dispense,   and still a lot to learn, Growing old “gracefully" is an art in itself. From middle age   to Sage,   we step into our skin, and rejoice   our voice   is heard   I will be thankful! I’ll thank the Lord each day! For my three gorgeous girls,   the best friends in the world,   and a job that pays the bills. Wealth, My health To love myself At 60. Sixty is **** If I lived through the sixties, I can live through the 60’s. (maybe a **** or two would help though)
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Feb 14, 2010
Feb 14, 2010 at 7:18 PM UTC
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