Standing on tiles of a bathroom floor
My feet felt the pain of standing tall.
In front of me a staring mirror image of me
Waiting in anticipation to exit through the door.
For a minute more I wait and stare at myself
Wondering how so many changes have come my way.
I see a less sparkle in the lenses of my dark eyes
And my lips don’t want to smile even though it’s my birthday.
Atop my head a receding line has eaten away the hair
That once was long in reflections of the young boy I once knew.
My black beard and moustache is a mixed color of black and white
Reminding me that these changes will bring hope of anew.
I see my muscled arms and chest still strong and proud
Knowing that I must stay strong to last my years of fore coming.
My face has no wrinkles noticeable to show that I’ve turned sixty
As I feel my chest to listen to a living heart still full of drumming.
Another minute I take to look in the mirror and stare again
Because I feel like a revived new man seeking to continue living.
Suddenly a sparkle comes from my eyes and then a smile
As the burst of energy aligns with my ego as partners all too willing.
Today I will go bowling and then an outdoor activity of disc golf
Just to occupy my day even though this time I must do it alone.
I also have plans of going to a golf course tomorrow and walk and play
All day and I won’t stop until someone tells me as they call on my cell phone.
Again I stare for one last minute to talk myself into believing in myself
And if I have to walk until a friend of man or woman should come my way,
Then we shall shake hands and hope than we can sip some coffee later
Because with words of plenty there will be many stories left to hear and say.
I think my plans are set and it is time to wave at my face to get going
For there is a bright sun waiting to welcome me with opened arms.
Oh, I almost forgot that I must dress appropriately before I leave
Before this half dress man walks out and hears sirens and fire alarms.
Today is not my birthday, but I will be this age in August but I just felt something come over me. I felt this way, and I planned my day like this, and I wasn’t feeling this old, so I needed to put the fingers to the keys. Those that have read my writing will know actually what it all means, thank you.