Will there be more levity
The year that I hit 70?
Will life be less kind
Than it was at 69?
I have all the sayings—
“Carpe diem,” “Time starts now”—
Wonderful sayings
But they don’t
show how …
Will my game improve if I have the will?
Or will someone invent a golf-blue pill?
68 found me wanting; it wasn’t so great,
I found so much more was left on my plate.
A med for this, a med for that,
Numbers tell if I’m thin or fat.
My gray is growing like global warming—a fact?
If found a lie, will my hair grow back?
This aging really ain’t no joke,
What keeps on gaining is the weight of the
yoke.
Still, I’m happy about wakin’ up,
Less likely to worry or apt to
erupt.
I have my remote and my 805,
The hops-filled bubbly that keeps me alive.
I have my memories—I see them as I will,
Sure that 70 will add to the fill.
I wear a reminder 24 a day,
That nothing we can do changes yesterday …
I know I’ve had icing more than cake,
Someone’s been watching over Raggio’s fate.
Don't stop now, whoever you are—
I trust the way you've driven the car!
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