Lawrence S. Pertillar
~69~ - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
I never thought the age of 69,
I would find just as exciting...
To be blessed to live it experienced.
What a gift.
Even when I say it...
It is as if I have achieved to receive,
An award I deserve.
There was not a minute or an hour of it,
Did I sit to watch a day of it served.
I participated and can say,
69 is not a given.69 is earned.
Lessons to learn from many obstacles to face,
Chasing fears away has not slowed my pace.
Everyday I awaken seeking to be challenged.
While I witness others my age,
Attempting to prevent this blessing to them sent.
Yet looking as if time to them given is a threat.
I want it known I have found 69 to be,
A walking on a path of an incredible journey.
Everyday I look forward to what to me comes next.
Although I will admit this,
Even the aches and pains...
On those days I live with,
I wish I could disguise and hide...
When I am at home, alone.
But it seems in public they come and go.
With a doing to show they are on their own.
'Ooohhh. JESUS. Father God.
Oh, my Lord.'
~I'm sorry, sir.
Did I step on your foot?
I didn't think I...~
Even if you did,
I wouldn't have felt it.
I'm at the age God likes to remind me,
To express more appreciation...
For allowing me to be 'still' in HIS presence.'
I don't understand.~
'I don't expect you to.
When I was your age,
I didn't understand it either.
I remember when my grandfather would...
Where are you going? '
~To the back of the bus.
I have text messages I need to return.
I know how you old people...
Like to talk yourselves.~
I am not OLD.
You young folks...are...'
One day we'll both get over it.~
I need you to seal my lips.
Don't let me get up and act a fool.'
~Deep breaths, O.G.
What did you...
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