A POEM FOR THE DECADES


The single digits came and found
Me following my Dad around,

My teens overtook me, before too long --
I'll soon be grown up, big and strong,

The twenties found me on my own
And working far away from home,

My thirties, just got going well,
The first gray hair, so young, oh well...

The forties catch me unawares
Middle-age sets in, but who cares?

My fifties come and mellowing out,
Good things my future holds, no doubt,

The sixties find me, retired and set
To enjoy life fully to the end, and yet

My seventies will surely not be my last,
Will I know when my better days have all passed?

The song of life's like a round, no doubt,
There's no convenient time to bow out.

by D. Edgar Murray