Thursday, November 03, 2005

At Seventy

I just found this inspiring poem by Judith Viorst, one of my favorite poets. It is from her recent book of collected poems on the delusions of aging: "I'm Too Young to be Seventy..."

At Seventy
Instead of "old,"
Let us consider
Or maybe, "oldish,"
Or something, anything,
That isn't always dressed
In sensible shoes
And fading underwear.
Besides which,
Seventy isn't old.
Ninety is old.
And though eighty
Is probably old,
We needn't decide that
Until we get there.
In the meantime
Let us consider
Drinking wine,
Making love,
Laughing hard,
Caring hard,
And learning a new trick or two
As part of our job description
At Seventy
(or 66)


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