A Poem for My Wife on Her 60th Birthday
Sixty kicks like a chestnut mare With lots of sass and spunk still there Strutting in with brash assurance Trotting out with strong endurance Seasoned enough to know the ropes Young enough to harbor hopes Wise in ways that serve her well Tough when she needs to give ’em hell Sixty swings like a bee-bop band With the bass plucked by a steady hand Taking stage with jazz and jive Eyes glare “I never took a dive” Posture poised and in control Conversation on a roll “Who’s she?” they wonder, in the dark As she lights the room and leaves her mark Sixty sings like a doo wop group And lifts you high like a loop de loop She’s been around the block three times She’s logged some miles yet still she climbs Far removed from true old age Set to turn another page Balanced on the beam of life She’s sixty. She’s my birthday wife!
