By Robert Guy Kemp
When people reach the age of sixty-five
They wonder should they die or stay alive.
The meat of life is largely gone and now
The bones remain to make use of – but how?
Some take on unpaid work. Some take the sun,
Play golf, engorge and do what has been done.
For me all this but also so much more:
To try whatever’s not been tried before.
I’ll have success. Or failure. Who can tell?
Whatever comes I’ll take and shake it well.
Each freshly minted day is mine to use –
I hope I’m cursed with options hard to choose.
Retired, relieved, resolved – a birthday king
Who just can’t wait to see what life may bring.
Retired, relieved, resolved – a birthday queen
Who’s yet to learn what life can really mean.