Not only am I not dead yet
But healthy, which is more,
And so it seems that I’m all set
To live my full fourscore.
Two decades separate the two –
Life now from future death –
And I’m intrigued what I shall do
As long as I have breath.
I could give chase to winter sun
Or sit through summer nights
Or take to watching reindeer run
Beneath the Northern Lights.
And yet it always seems to me
The best that I can “do” is be.
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Being 60
