Poem of the Week: Sixty One!!!!!!

(Please scroll down for Take One of Project Black.)

Well, another year has passed and I am now sixty-one. I wanted to write a poem about it - and I did, but I got unexpected company and they stayed quite a while. My wonderful new friend Shannon - I'm not sure of her exact age - between 10 and 12, though - signed me on at Supermodel.com.... Oh my... It was a nice visit, but I didn't get to finish the poem I started this morning. I hated it anyway, so I wrote a new one. Kind of sucky, but it is a poem and it is my birthday, so you have to cut me some slack, right?

Not to toot my own horn - but look what my wonderful, mangificent, niece did for me over at her blog. Am I not the luckiest aunt in the world?

SIXTY ONE! AGGGGGHHHH!

I wanted to write a poem about being sixty-one

But I didn’t know what to write

I don’t like the number sixty one

The birthday’s fine with me

But I much prefer sixty or even sixty-two

No idea why I feel this way

I didn’t like being 33 either.

Silly, I know

But here it is.

Another year passed

I don’t feel any older

Or worse, yet

Any wiser

But the clock has spoken

I’m a year more senior

Hopefully this will win me some respect at least

I’m hoping I can persuade my achy knees

To lighten up on me

“I’m old,” I tell them.

Be kind.

I know it doesn’t work that way

But it can’t hurt to ask

And meanwhile

I’m doing what I can to milk the event

And get me some attention

My inner child seems to like the older me

She’s stepping out a bit more

I’m happy for her

It’s about time she had some fun

So that’s my birthday poem

Sometimes the best things in life

Start out unwanted

I’m hoping sixty one will be that way

A great year… even if it is a creepy number

Hope you'll pull up a chair and have some cake, ice cream and coffee.
Wish I could make it magically real for you.