On Saturday I received a helium balloon
Which carried a number
I’ve reached too soon.
How did I get to the BIG SIX O?
Those hours, those seconds
where the hell did they go?
Was it really my cake
With the sparklers burning
__ A Six and a zero
Was I Really turning ?
And the shiny banner in the tree
Were those big numbers
Really meant for me?
And the poster board
With golden six and a zero
Carrying photos of me
A reluctant hero
I wiped my hands on serviettes saying sixty
Oh how I’d wished that they had only said fifty......
But slipping from my grip , my balloon rose
Carrying my numbers to a higher repose
My sixty and zero became tiny spots
On that shiny balloon with the polka dots
How high did it travel, flying so free?
I am afraid, at sixty, I could not see.......
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