~64~
Ooooohhh...
64 Oh 64,
Your knock is loud...
On my front door.
I never thought you'd come so fast.
Soon 63 I will not be...
Again.
To trash like I did my 50's!
I want to boo hoo but to who?
Ooooohhh...
64 Oh 64,
Your knock is loud...
On my front door.
When 60 first appeared to me...
I felt more like I was 43.
But so quickly these years come and go...
When I am blessed to become 64,
I will then cover all my doors in leather.
Just for the pleasure and not because I am vain!
Ooooohhh...
64 Oh 64,
Your knock is loud...
On my front door.
However...
I will be taking care of that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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