~64~ Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Ooooohhh...
64 Oh 64,
Your knock is loud...
On my front door.

I never thought you'd come so fast.
Soon 63 I will not be...
Again.
To trash like I did my 50's!

I want to boo hoo but to who?

Ooooohhh...
64 Oh 64,
Your knock is loud...
On my front door.

When 60 first appeared to me...
I felt more like I was 43.
But so quickly these years come and go...
When I am blessed to become 64,
I will then cover all my doors in leather.
Just for the pleasure and not because I am vain!

Ooooohhh...
64 Oh 64,
Your knock is loud...
On my front door.
However...
I will be taking care of that!