Today I turned sixty-five,
Last I checked, I’m still alive,
From now on, it is a bonus, a freebie,
que sera sera, what will be will be,
I am beating the odds, historically speaking,
Although listening hard, you can hear the squeaking,
Who am I to complain? I should not be bitching,
Please disregard the spasms and twitching,
I shall take my pills, inject my shots,
And continue connecting the dots.
xxx
