Written By:  R.F. Husnik

Some say you’re erotic,

perhaps pornographic,

but I fear they know

only the lesser of

your numerical relevance

Your fate is

to exist between

the second to last

of the sixties denomination,

and the mortal milestone

seventy, until such a day

dawns when the eternal master

ends all time, or, until

a lesser master ends or changes

our now known numbers.

But those who carry you

as a marker of earthly years,

possess you in accordance with

their impression of you.

Yet, you may have a role,

as do a number of other

numbers, apart from your

basic function as a designator

of a certain amount of

physical entities or

mental discernments

And, you are

the greatest and final

part of all that’s

progressed to nearly

seven times a decade.

So, I’ll embrace you now,

but don’t abandon me

on the roadway

of times passage.

Don’t keep me

at your station

for the earthly portion

of forever, let me

live at least

within one or two

of your subsequent decades