Too much celebrating
has me happy to close the day,
drained and also kind of sad;
not real sure what to say.
No longer a mere number
in all my long range plans
I have to deal with this best I can,
Social Security is just a month away
since I turned sixty two today.
Didn’t want candles
nor a fancy dancy cake;
my family’s love and good wishes
are all that is needed to take
me through yet another year.
And I am grateful to be living it
healthy and in style,
but understand I’d rather not see
another birthday for awhile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem