Sixty Three Poem by John Sensele

Sixty three, a milestone to honour my creator
In whose wisdom life sauntered into my person
For a purpose loftier than gratitude to a mediator
Through whom I learn everyday a humility lesson.

Sixty three, an opportunity to renew my commitment
To my duty, to my calling, to my offspring and my grandsons
My family, my friends, my nation, not just through rhetoric and sentiment
But by dint of sweat I pour to pave the way for a bright future for Lizzy and my sons.

Sixty three, time to examine steps I take
To lead a life that honours with every move the geography
Traced in the trajectory my life traverses with a stake
So high and so valuable I spare my faith atrophy.

Sixty three beckons the dawn of another decade
In which I ought to chalk with flying colors in every undertaking
My pilgrimage opts to parade in a serenade
That breathes achievements and accomplishments that are mine for the taking.

Sixty three as I stand on the cusp
Of senior citizenry I'm filled with gratitude
For a panorama and a kaleidoscope in which God poured into my cup
Blessings, graces and favours to temper my attitude.