Poem. The Big Seven O.

The big Seven-Oh.

I used to think three score and ten meant one foot in the grave.
That if I even reached that age I’d have to be brave.
And face the daunting task of reconciling long held fears.
Isn’t that what every person does when in advancing years.?
Now I am there at last, I’ve finally reached the seven-oh.
And realised that every day there’s somewhere else to go.
Not for me the telly and the well upholstered chair.
I am meeting lots of people as I go from here to there.
My life is full of meaning and learning lots that’s new.
If you’ve got time to listen I will tell you of a few.
I’m learning ballroom dancing and I’m loving every minute.
So happy since the day I said I’d go there and be in it.
The French I learned when just a boy had since then been neglected.
But thanks to U3A another interest resurrected.
I go along to lessons and I learn to “ parlez-vous.”
It’s inspiring finding out so many things that I can do.
Sunshine 60’s taught me to improve the way I cook.
I was first a little wary till I went and had a look.
It was really worth the effort and I made a lot of friends.
The opportunity for happiness, it seems just never ends.
My early morning aquacise is good to start the day.
It’s never too exhausting and helps me on my way.
To eating hearty breakfasts and to make me look ahead.
It’s much more fun than simply lying snoring in my bed.
I’ve taken lessons recently, in learning how to jive.
So since I reached the seven-oh I’ve really come alive.
I now ignore the stereotype that some think I should be.
I’m so glad I’m still a person who’s enjoying being me.

(A member of the over 60’s club on the Sunshine Coast wrote this poem.
I hope that everyone turning 70 can keep up with it)