WHEN I’M SIXTY FOUR
Open the windows
Shut the door
What a strange age
Is sixty four
No prescribed routine
Not a single must do
No awful heart break
Nothing much ado
I have a good book
Emil Catt’s in his bed
Soup’s on the stove
Said all needing said
Sometimes I wonder
What’s coming my way
But just now I’m fine…
It’s a great old birthday!
rJo Herman 1/25/16
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