So, seventy, you say?
Never thought you’d see the day.
Wasn’t it just a decade ago
When you saw some codger you didn’t know
And without respect you’d always say
‘He must be seventy if he’s a day!’
Now you check the mirror and Pop smiles through
The florid skin and eyes so blue,
A mischievous air pervades the image.
And a little weariness, just a tinge.
You’ve still got stuff around to keep you young
That Sax to play, but just for fun.
The thoughts to explore and then to write
The good causes that need your fight
And above all else
There’s FAMILY near and wide
Your example might be their guide.
Do as I say, don’t do as I do
Might be the way to get them through?
So, seventy you say?
Never thought you’d see the day.