Being seventy

12.17pm

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23/08/2025

I like being seventy

My wrinkles look so good on me

My expectations totally

Depend on what’s in front of me.

I like being seventy

A certain seniority

Allows me some divinity

Across the spectrum, literally.

I like being seventy

I sleep I wake I’m never free

Demands of conscience made on me

Are flounder round me constantly

I like being seventy

The piano warbles grittily

The heater flounders happily 

And life is life where’er you be

Seventy.