At 65

At 65

You learn to treasure

Each pain free moment

and

Every time you see a grandchild streak down a basketball court

Ball a-dribble

Furious in their cross over

Foes in their wake.

 

At 65

You learn to hold dear

Each memory of each friend

You recently buried;

Scott, Bruce, Nick,

Long Ago Kenny and Debbie

and not so long ago

Christie.

Now Robert

and who knows from here?

Remember

We are treasuring their memories

Just Now

Not ruing the day that is here

Or fearing the day to come.

Precious memories

How they linger.

At 65

You stop missing 64 or any of the others

You spent along the way.

You earn the right to be 65

And

Whatever comes next

No one can rip the first 65 from you.

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