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This year I’ll reach a new plateau, Only one step from the grave below. The survey asks what is your age? I guess I’m locked in the old-age cage! I check the highest answer I find, 65 or older is how I’m defined. But with these years, what do I see? A wealth of life still left in me. The wrinkles tell of laughs and tears, A map of journeys through the years. I’ve earned the wrinkles in skin and thought, Reflective of the many battles I’ve fought. Both mind and body are always failing, But I won’t succumb to sadness and wailing. With every ache and creak and groan, A story's told, a lesson shown. I’ve burned many bridges, ashes smolder, I’m not dead yet, just a little older. So don’t write me off just yet, For today I seek a new regret.
04/15/2024 Not quite there yet, but I will soon turn 65. I took a medical survey yesterday and realized that beginning this year I will finally reach the age pinnacle, at least as far as this survey goes, as the last checkbox is “65 or older”.