Now I Am Sixty Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A.Yousef

Now I am sixty,
a bridge where time sways gently,
its wooden planks creaking,
each step a whisper of yesterdays,
echoes of laughter, soft refrains,
the rustle of dreams long nurtured,
and the quiet wisdom of lessons learned.

The mirror reflects a map,
lines etched like rivers on a vast landscape,
each wrinkle a tale,
each gray hair a badge of survival,
a testament to storms weathered,
to sunrises embraced,
to the sweet, fleeting nature of joy.

I stand at the precipice of memory,
the past a tapestry woven in vibrant threads,
childhood adventures in the wild,
the first taste of love,
the heart's aching, glorious dance,
moments caught in the net of time,
like fireflies in a summer night.

Now I am sixty,
with the heart of a wanderer,
the spirit of a dreamer,
the courage to say,
I have lived, oh how I have lived!
The world, a canvas,
my soul the brush,
strokes of color splashed across the expanse of being.

The laughter of friends,
a chorus that swells,
the warmth of family,
a hearth that glows,
each connection a thread in the fabric of existence,
binding me, lifting me,
filling the spaces in my heart.

I find solace in the quiet mornings,
the beauty of a single flower,
the way the light dances through the trees,
how the breeze carries the scent of earth,
each moment a reminder,
that life, in its impermanence,
is a gift wrapped in the layers of time.

Now I am sixty,
and the horizon stretches before me,
a canvas still unpainted,
possibilities shimmering like stars,
dreams waiting to be reclaimed,
new adventures beckoning,
the promise of tomorrow singing softly,
like a lullaby on a moonlit night.

So here I stand,
with open arms and an open heart,
ready to embrace what comes next,
for now I am sixty,
and I am just beginning.