The kids all grown up.
We go visit them now, in their comfortable homes,
They cook for us and make sure we're content
And I feel like we should be doing more,
So I offer to pay for the wine,
and they decline.
I guess that's what 60 feels like.
Walks around the block,
holding hands with my wife;
there's nothing to rush home for
So this moment is all that matters.
I guess that's what 60 feels like.
Staying in and reading
while the neighborhood is abuzz
with kids playing,
men raking,
And moms chatting,
And my being okay
With things that way.
I guess that's what 60 feels like.
Noticing the first few strands of grey
in my oldest child's hair;
Thinking it's cute
that she thinks it's a crisis.
I guess that's what 60 feels like.
Reflections in the mirror
are a View Master of ancestors' faces.
Generations of genetics
morph into this image I've seen a thousand times,
Yet have never seen before.
I guess that's what 60 feels like.
When memories out-number dreams.
And those memories bring a smile,
a nod of contentment, and
A fleeting moment
when time travel actually is real.
I guess that's what 60 feels like.
Knowing when another 60 years are done
I'll be gone,
But the world goes on,
And my own kids will see ancestors looking back
From their mirrors,
And knowing it was worth it,
I guess that's what 60 feels like.