SIXTY-FOUR
The need remains
and the love lives on,
years after
birthdays cease to add up.
Sixty four
but really
life times have passed
in that very long minute.
With no chance
for hair to turn grey
or retire into solitude,
but a life
still holds meaning
in sixty four years
or less.
Youth learns
through the years,
from the passing.
We still need,
we’d still feed.
Missing the chance
to grow and change,
mourning the grandchild-less knee
or son’s simple smile.
Ageing without fading,
no slipping away
for a cut down idol,
but a new respect
when the season’s change.
Does a birthday
count less
when time stops ageing?
Or does it mean more
by showing the need?
We’ll still need you,
always:
we’ll still feed you,
always:
when you’re sixty four
and beyond.

10/09/04