If I Were Young Again
If I were thirty again
I wouldn’t mess with a year
of angst over turning thirty
I would rejoice that I wasn’t
fourty yet and live thirty like
the celebration it is.
If I were fourty again
I’d go celebrate with flowers
maybe a thousand yellow and pink
buds to show how lucky I am to be
not yet fifty.
If I were fifty again
I wouldn’t run off to Memphis to spend
the day at Graceland alone to relive the
50’s and 60’s . I’d be so happy to be fifty,
not yet sixty, that I’d spend the day living
large in the 90’s.
If I were sixty again
I would feel fortunate to be sixty
I’d plan the day surrounded with
family and friends who would know how
young I feel to be sixty instead of seventy.
I feel so lucky to be sixty-one today. I’ve
only six more months to enjoy it so I want
to embrace these months for the joy they are
and delight that I am not yet sixty-two.