~60~

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

It doesn't seem like it...
But I'll be 60 soon!
Sixty years
Of some heartbreak,
And many cheers...
To excite me with many passed moons!

Oh yes...
And friends of mine,
Who know I've spent years at '49'
Appear to show they are upset
With those who guess I'm '39'.

Although they wont say
They wish they had a youthful glow,
To display...
They grunt from sore joints
Doing their exercises each day!

Getting older for some...
Makes them want to sit down and cry!
Not me!
Not today!
Not as long as I can pass,
For a young and 'stunning'...
Goodlooking '55'!

Honest...I'm serious!

And I'm so glad no one's around to watch...
How I get 'this' Frankenstein to come alive,
With every limb cracking without a stop!
Especially early in the morning,
When I myself want to run and hide!
But I thank God each day...
Even if I have to hop from side to side!

Comments about ~60~

”And may we remember the men who ran the harm’s way To save this Great Union from the tyranny’s savage sway.” Quote by Hannington Mumo.
Your writing is actually a lot of fun to read.
Fun Poem Lawrence, I really liked it. I think excerise keeps people young Lawrence. It really helps. Plus it is a natural high. Excellent poem.
Best to put a positive spin on everything you can. Sixty years gone by in the wink of eye, as long as you can look back and smile- that's all that matters. Keep living.


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