At 65 (poem) by +Steven Curtis Lance on AuthorsDen

At 65
by +Steven Curtis Lance → (All Poetry by +Steven Curtis Lance)
Saturday, January 4, 2020 Rated "G" by the Author.

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At 65 I died once and tried to leave early three Times before arriving here today All along I thought I would be long gone Before my whiskers ever turned gray But here I am like Leonardo now Not DiCaprio but Da Vinci Having lost my looks I have my books still Surviving myself that way someday I never meant to go on for so long Somehow but went on curiously And now my curiosity is strong To see what is to become of me Having overcome my hesitation At becoming who could see this through Having come true at my destination Believing in what I leave behind Gone on a nonlinear pilgrimage I never thought I would find my way Or there could be a way for me to find Here like this now at an awkward age Too late to leave early and so I stay For the end of the play just to see What must be supposed to be anyway If I am supposed to then I will Unopposed to going on I know how Having to all the way through until I get to the end and transcend somehow Having made peace with mortality A long time ago I know what to do Here before I go to do and be My best then leave the rest to destiny Now when what to do is to go on Though no one gets out of here alive Surviving I arrive at 65 Steven Curtis Lance

Reviewed by Stephen Pollard

Reviewed on January 19, 2020

Very well written....When one reaches the magic age of 65, we reminisce about what we have experienced in our life's journey.

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on January 5, 2020

Your words make me wonder about "the big picture" and what it is. Oh, and you haven't lost your looks. Dignified, I'd say.

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on January 4, 2020

Only one milestone of many. 65 usually just means Medicare. It takes longer to get Social Security and even longer for some folks to retire. I once thought that my paralysis would make my life very short like it has so many others that I've known. But that hasn't been the case, and as long as I can write and read and comment on poetry here, I will do so. Life is for the living, death is fine with me.

I figure you will have to make about 77 or so to have outlived half of the men of your age.

Ron

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

... And now you are eligible for Social Security payment. Apply for it and don't let the government rip you off.

Interesting poem!

Sandie