Aha! You'Re Sixty Years Old...? Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver

Today you say you are 60 years old, but that's not true
Age is a construct of time in mind, and one's point of view
You spent time adventuring through space, and Nicole did too
If your forehead wrinkles, just grow gracefully, and the lines will too

Life's shapes and lines are either curved or straight that you paint
Don't despair if your body grows, its not a sin, and needs no restraint
Those grey strands running through your hair…just forget they're there
Free them to overtake the dark ones; anyway they can't go anywhere

Life isn't as complicated as its thought; create your life your own way
If troubled in mind and you're living life by the drops, sing a song of a new day
Relax with nature sounds: crickets chirping the temperature on a summer night
The morning rises infused with light; rise with the sun refreshed, and spirit bright

When you feel tired and don't know what to do, push aside pride and guilt
And do what the hell you want, play that role, and act the part to the hilt
You'll be given concession for reaching sixty years…you earned the right
Already awaiting are gifts and perks, just Google and you'll surely find out

"Aha! Envision you're in your prime! A pretty little girl with long braids
Jumping rope, swinging and squealing, cool air on your face, fresh and unafraid
Still, believing happy-ever-after, and those memories of innocence can be retrieved
From amid the sixty years, renew the child in you, as you enter the best years of your life!

December 13,2014