A bold black email subject line
” …… is turning 70 …… ” !?!
A shock greeting in my inbox.
I had become accustomed privately
within myself to yet another decade.
But this sudden blaring forth quite
dismantled my equilibrium.
Yet I could not object to such happy
good intentions by energetic younger
relatives planning this celebration.
Turning 20 was exciting
then each successive decade was
an uneasy milestone …. 30, 40, 50, 60.
Father passed in his nineties.
Mother’s unhealthy family genes
lasted into her eighties. I may have
two more decade milestones yet.
Public opinion deems us old by 50.
A clear demarcation sets us apart
half my life will be old age.
Employers ignore us after 50.
Unknown young people object if we
join their conversations. How dare we !
But a bright light has risen
above the horizon.
After years of paying taxes
I am paid a retirement pension.
I am enjoying my old age
with family and friends.
Previously posted February 2017.