Over
and again, she reminds me,
I've
grown old,
hair
graying on my head
but
I still feel young and assume,
a
long way lays in front of me,
I've
to walk miles ahead
Saw
senescence spares no one
but
strangely stayed static for me
d'
numerical sixty, just a number,
change
your perception, try to see
With
no reading glasses,
effortlessly
read d' newspaper
climb
d' plumeria plant daily
to
pluck flowers for God
Get
up the staircase steps
to
reach my house on d' 3rd floor
discuss
the political turmoil
in
d' morning walk, can walk 5 km
Do
chit-chat with the friends,
and
pursuits planned routinely
much
energetic than d' youngies,
change
your look and try to see
If
ever go to my village,
I
enjoy d' cast-net fishing
can
cross the full ponds yet,
not
bygone d' tricks of swimming
By
frog-foot climbing,
get
up on d' coconut tree
dab
water my favored drink,
to
pluck a few dabs for me
yet
do leadership in d' village,
to
manage any event, I'm free
well
adept, take any initiative,
change
your vision to assess me
Try
not to trace grey hair in my head,
I
dye them up regularly
love
to gossip with young dames
play
badminton for 2 hrs daily
Hold
d' sugar-cane like a flute,
we
both,
me
and my titillating grandson
chew
it leisurely, gulp d' juice
to
assess me, change your vision
Life begins truly at sixty,
I've
learned it from d' preacher
the
lady steno from d' office,
on
her mobile yet make calls
her
perfume as if diffuses,
in
the air of the entire room
I
talk to her in a teasing tone,
sense
d' scent of d' perfume
spend
hours on WhatsApp, Facebook
if with any of d' features I get stunned
youth
brewing afresh, taunts can't accept
must
polish up her perception
Jibes
at me, I totally ignore,
d'
boat of life strides ahead,
and
I'm on-board
my
life, vitality, activities and all
I've
surrendered before the God
The'
mind yet energetic and young,
d'
numerical age non-stop gets on
view
me from an altered angle,
to
assess me, change your vision
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