In 2015 I turned sixty.
It’s not as bad as I thought.
Oh, I’m a little more wrinkly and baggie,
and I got more skin that I ought,
but I’m still who I am on the inside.
My health and my mind are still good.
I still run down the road with my hound dogs,
and drink more beer than I should.
I live in a mid-mountain valley,
and sit on my deck to write books.
The horses graze all around me.
Life is as good as it looks.