How it feels to turn 60: the verbal

“How does it feel?” people keep asking me,

   As if my turning 60 was a weight--

As if each decade had a density

   That made me suffer and not celebrate--

As if it was a wound to have more years

   Behind me than I have ahead of me--

As if, just like the closing of frontiers,

   The one thing missing is a eulogy.

I have to say, I don’t feel any change:

   The ticking of the clock is still a call

To take new chances and expand my range.

   The moment’s in the movement, after all,

      And Life’s a tune that each new moment sings.

      How does it feel?  Like wings.  It feels like wings.

Copyright 2012 Matthew J Wells