Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Your 65th birthday, the mirror did show,
A dome more naked than winters without snow.
Once waves of hair crashed upon your forehead's shore,
Now a receding tide, they crash no more.
Shining bald glory, daring bold and bright,
Underneath the sun's familiar light.
Yet in this laughter and cheer you find,
Baring my skull doesn’t mean losing your mind!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Turning sixty-five, now isn't that a treat?
You've earned your silver hairs and shuffling feet.
But what's this new surprise, oh what delight,
False teeth to grace your smiles, both day and night.
Now chomp on apples, nuts, heck even steel,
With these new pearly whites, every meal's a thrill!
So here's to you at sixty-five years neat,
Smiling wide with your unstoppable false teeth!
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Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
At 65, my knees groan like an old porch swing,
Beneath me they creak, they crack and they ping.
Yet when the music starts to play,
My grumbling knees don't get a say.
I sway to the left, sway to the right,
Despite my knees putting up a fight.
So here's to dancing at sixty-five,
May these sore knees keep my soul alive!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
On my 65th year, I've chosen to stay home,
Trading rush-hour for slippers, and the office for Chrome.
Now work happens just steps from my bed,
In sweatpants and t-shirts, no tie around my head.
But oh, how everyone expects me so free,
House chores are now tasks on my taskbar, you see.
I might have changed lanes but I’m still in the swirl,
Funny isn’t it? Now I’ve got all the time in their world.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
At 65, on this day of mirth,
Feet decked in socks of mismatched worth.
One blue, one red, but what's the fuss?
It’s just your retirement calling out to us.
More time for laughs, less for work's tyranny,
You'll wear odd socks as freedom's symphony.
So raise your glasses high and hearty,
To the jester turned pensioner at his party!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
At 65, life's rules become quite lax,
It isn't just about reduced sales tax.
More time for living, lots of laughs and fun,
Many more days lounging in the sun.
Senior discounts, sure, they're a delight,
But there's more to relish, each day and night.
It's the freedom to live with less oughts and shoulds,
And endless chances to explore new woods.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
On your 65th birthday, without any fuss,
You answered the door in a rush.
Forgot your pants, oh what a sight,
Gave the mailman quite a fright.
Laughter echoed down the lane,
At your age, it's all fair game.
Growing older with grace and cheer,
Pants or no pants, you've made the year!
