Fifty-five is not a lot, of money, or hours to wait,
but in years we think and yearn of passions we didn’t get to sate.
A mystery it arrived so soon; it should have been a long, long trip.
Events years ago, remembered still, though some names begin to slip.
And even with some aches and pains, not welcomed nor desired,
the simple things still make you grin, the child is unexpired!
It’s your laughter at dogs so silly; a palette of fresh oil paint.
A bird that says “I love you”; it’s not the things that ain’t!
They say it’s just a state of mind; thinking so makes one old;
it’s not the years, but the miles; at least that’s what we’re told.
Still, you look “mahvelous”, as Billy says, so much younger than your years.
Please see your reflection in my eyes of love, not in the cruel mirrors.
So don’t lament the fifty-five, enjoy it and have your kicks.
Because in three-hundred-sixty-five more days, you’ll be fifty six!
My love, forever and ever,
Ken
but in years we think and yearn of passions we didn’t get to sate.
A mystery it arrived so soon; it should have been a long, long trip.
Events years ago, remembered still, though some names begin to slip.
And even with some aches and pains, not welcomed nor desired,
the simple things still make you grin, the child is unexpired!
It’s your laughter at dogs so silly; a palette of fresh oil paint.
A bird that says “I love you”; it’s not the things that ain’t!
They say it’s just a state of mind; thinking so makes one old;
it’s not the years, but the miles; at least that’s what we’re told.
Still, you look “mahvelous”, as Billy says, so much younger than your years.
Please see your reflection in my eyes of love, not in the cruel mirrors.
So don’t lament the fifty-five, enjoy it and have your kicks.
Because in three-hundred-sixty-five more days, you’ll be fifty six!
My love, forever and ever,
Ken
1 comment:
You are beautiful. Katy. So is the poem........HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
I am fifty-six and it ain't worse; I think it's gettin' better, to quote a Beatle's song.
K. Gauntt
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