I’m An Octogenarian Poem by Stanley Cooper

I’m An Octogenarian



I’m an Octogenarian, would you believe
It’s a concept I find most hard to conceive
Since Methuselah made it, I think you’ll agree
If he could make it, then why not me

I’m an Octogenarian, Yea-gads, Holy Cow!
How did I ever get to be this age I’m now? !
I took a long slow happy arduous path
From 1926 to 2006, You do the math

Some say at eighty, the mind’s in a fuzz
Yet I still remember most things that wuz
I can still recall my being seventy-nine
A sure sign, I think, I’m not yet in decline

Seventy-eight, I admit, is slightly dimmer
And of seventy-seven, I don’t have a glimmer
But to prove to you, I’m not yet on the skids
I can rattle off names of all of my kids

Nothing’s more crucial, not at all nearly
Than having at hand those I love dearly
They’ll help me forget my forgetful anxiety
And get on with the business of my getting to ninety

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gina Onyemaechi 06 March 2006

And may you make it there, alright, Mr Cooper! A fun and optimistic poem. Warm regards, Gina.

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