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In My Seventies…

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Dr. Janet Hoult

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

 

1 COMMENT

  1. 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…!

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