I'm An Octogenarian
I'm an Octogenarian, would you believeIt's a concept I find most hard to conceive
Since Methuselah made it, I think you'll agree
If he could make it, then why not me
I'm an Octogenarian, Yea-gads, Holy Cow!
How did I ever get to be this age I'm now?!
I took a long slow happy arduous path
From 1926 to 2006, you do the math
Some say at eighty, the mind's in a fuzz
Yet I still remember most things that wuz
I can still recall being seventy-nine
A sure sign, I think, I'm not yet in decline
Seventy-eight, I admit, is slightly dimmer
And of seventy-seven, I don't have a glimmer
But to prove to you, I'm not yet on the skids
I can rattle off names of all of my kids
Nothing's more crucial, not at all nearly
Than having at hand those I love dearly
They'll help me forget my forgetful anxiety
And get on with the business of my getting to ninety
by Stan (Methuselah) Cooper...2006 graphic by Donald Hunt
Poetry by Stan Cooper
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Written on 2007-02-23 at 03:40
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