I Am Still 62 Years Old. Poem by Roxanne Dubarry

Although I was born in 1954,
I was born October 4th.
Therefore it is a few
more months before
I am registered an
entire year older.

I know I am growing older,
but am I growing any wiser?
It has been frequently
said in the bygone years
of my youth. 'You can't
put an old head on young
shoulders.'

Young shoulders don't
always have to cope
with short term
memory loss.
It is a toss
of the dice
In the name
of the game
of life.

My friend
likes to compose
poems by hand.
I did too before
I discovered the
on-line computer poetry
sites.

It is harder to write
with my right hand.
And of course she does
try to understand.

When, and if I return
to my senior center's
creative writing forum.
I will have to hand write
my poems then!

Spell check and
grammar checking
is readily available
on-line. I got
tried of using the
dictionary all of the time!

I use these sites as
storage spaces for my poetry.
It is more accessible.
Not to mention more reliable.

What does all that rambling
have to do with still being
62. Why rusks the on slot of
older age. Please do not
ask me if I am afraid.

By the grace of God,
I plan on growing
older gracefully!
I am closer to my
heavenly home.
With God by my side,
I am never really alone.