Life begins at sixty, they say
When your hair turns grey, have your way.
Stages of life at all ages
Something sure even for sages.
The concept of time just mellows
Routines at your speed it allows.
Now rest, relax and reinvent
The joys of your life very well spent.
Sixty two is your new mile stone
Reap the goodness already sown!
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