Sixty Four Poem by John Sensele

Sixty four, a pristine page
A milestone, a new zone
An opportunity on a serene stage
For life to laugh longer with a momentum of its own.

Sixty four, a brand new account
Three hundred and sixty five days
God grants a divine discount
In numerous ways to a creature who prays.

Sixty four, a nimble number
Sanctified in September
A momentous moment to remember
No plumber, no ember but plenty of savoury slumber.

Sixty four, a wondrous wage
A tender touch, a mushy match, a breath-taking brunch
A suave sage, an apt adage, a willful wedge
To launch a staunch hunch.

Sixty four, a tangy tomorrow
Dreams, teams, whims
Nothing nasty, no pesky palaver to grow
As you live life yonder succulent streams of ice creams.

Sixty four, a senior citizen
Reinvigorated vitality
Distinguished cosmopolitan denizen
Honours humility and tenderizes temerity.

Sixty four, tear the form book
Blaze a new trail
Revitalize your cookbook
Civility, sobriety and serenity don't derail.