By Bill Lowe, Sterling
When I was younger, I thought thirty was quite old,
but as I passed twenty nine, I found lo and behold,
it’s not near what I guessed, nor what I’d been told;
you can’t cast everyone’s live in the very same mold.
Age has some limits; size and shape have them too.
Adventures I have done, which I would never undo,
weren’t done until thirty was finally passed through.
Many enjoyable opportunities need a senior view.
Then came forty and fifty, at one time ancient dates;
but not old at all in the comfort of the United States.
I may get a couple unwanted arguments and debates
but old age, it’s a future time which out there awaits.
Now I am well past sixty, pushing my seventh decade;
you could say, a good share of my dues are now paid,
but with a big government, I’m feeling more betrayed,
and I’m not looking forward to Medicare or Medicaid.
So with this older age, have I earned any rights at all;
have I any say so, get my choice or make my own call?
Have our bureaucrats backed us again against the wall
while throwing us another and still another curve ball?
I guess time may tell, or maybe the information I lack,
but I don’t like spending retirement watching my back,
because our governmental system’s way out of whack.
God needs be uplifted to put the US back on the track.