This day has hit like ton of bricks
That comes with turning fifty six
I inch much closer to age sixty
Without the means to ever fix me
Beyond the state I now reside
With graying mane and weathered hide
Like senior folks, I rise at dawn
At 9 at night, I stretch and yawn
(And yell at kids “Get off my lawn!”)
But there are things I also do
And things I still look forward to
With age comes peace, or so I’m told
At least I hope, now that I’m old
I leave the antics to the kids
Yet love them once, you know I did
My memories might come and go
There’s vivid ones, while dim some grow
But oh this life, what stripes and flavour
The joys, the tastes we got to savour
I’ve no regrets that shadow days
Though aging is, in many ways
A thing that brings much pause and fear
As ailments and infirm draws near
But ask me if I’d e’re go back?
I long for youth like heart attack
Those years of folly, much unknown
So faded as more calm I’ve grown
I’d rather see out setting sun
And greet with grace when my time’s done…