Sixty Three Poem by Phil Soar

Sixty-Three today
The creaks and groans of bones like a dirge
The time flies now
As if nothing stops to take in the many pleasures
Of Light, of sound,
As nature abounds,
My favourite places to sit a while
and smile at bees collecting nectar from Foxgloves
at birds singing their beautiful songs
No shrieks here
Just sweet music of such variety
each sending a message
and all enchanting
How many years I missed all this
Busy with younger life
Now wanting to savour it
Not change it
Just wishing it would slow down
Give me some time to dwell in it
Until I turn Sixty-four
Hopefully