Here I am at seventy-one …
Don’t feel much like a son of a gun.
I’ve lots of P, but not much V
Don’t think I’ll head out on a spree.
Here I am at seventy-two…
Rarin’ to go, I’m tellin’ you.
Had another knee replacement
Ready to dance all over the pavement.
Here I am at seventy-three…
Me, oh my, oh my, oh me.
I’m feeling pooped, don’t know about you
Think I’ll stop for a while and take off my shoe
Here I am at seventy-four…
Still going strong and looking for more
Things to keep me occupied
Out of doors, not stuck inside.
Here I am at seventy-five…
Can you believe it, I’m still alive!
Now I’ve made it to seventy-six
With the ability to still do tricks …!
Can’t believe I’ve hit seventy-seven
Sure don’t feel that much closer to heaven..!
At the ripe old age of seventy-eight
I like to think that heaven can wait
Now that I’ve reached seventy-nine
It’s hard to believe I’m still feeling fine
Here’s hoping the eighties will treat me the same
For I’ll do my best to stay in the game…!
Dr. Hoult may be contacted at houltight@aol.com
Thank you for printing my poem. I thought your readers might like to know that I began it in 2007 and added lines in the following years….I will do the same in my eighties..! Also, the photo was taken last year (2014) for the Grace Lutheran Church Directory… I think I’ll have to contact the photographer in a few years to see if she can do the wonders she did with this one…!