A Poem for My Wife on Her 60th Birthday
Sixty kicks like a chestnut mare
With lots of sass and spunk still there
Strutting in with brash assurance
Trotting out with strong endurance
Seasoned enough to know the ropes
Young enough to harbor hopes
Wise in ways that serve her well
Tough when she needs to give ’em hell
Sixty swings like a bee-bop band
With the bass plucked by a steady hand
Taking stage with jazz and jive
Eyes glare “I never took a dive”
Posture poised and in control
Conversation on a roll
“Who’s she?” they wonder, in the dark
As she lights the room and leaves her mark
Sixty sings like a doo wop group
And lifts you high like a loop de loop
She’s been around the block three times
She’s logged some miles yet still she climbs
Far removed from true old age
Set to turn another page
Balanced on the beam of life
She’s sixty. She’s my birthday wife!
