Seventy Three

22 March 2012

On Thursday I will be seventy three

but that is just between you and me.

an old bag with wrinkles on my skin

some day some one will throw me in the bin.

But who cares some don’t reach my age

their death notices you can read them on a page

but when you live as long as I have done

you can’t climb stairs or go for a run.

I just hope I live another twenty years

I hope when i say that some one cares.

Don’t be surprised when you next see me

because if you call me old bag I’ll charge you a fee.

My life as been long, mostly good but sometimes bad

but I’m still here, so don’t feel too sad.

I love my life most of the time

so don’t be worried, children of mine.
©  CJ Roccisano