When You Turn Sixty

A Poem on Aging

Photo by Nick Fewings on Unsplash

When I was born, my parents blew the horn.
When I was ten, all day I used to have fun in the den.
When I was twenty, my pockets were empty.
When I turned thirty, I had my second baby.
When I turned forty, I became curvy.
When I turned fifty, my family and friends threw a party.
Now I am sixty, my eyes are misty.
I am retired, and I am tired.
My mind is tense, and life has become intense
My legs…