Seventy Four

My mother came up with this poem, in observance of the number of times the Earth has revolved around the sun since her birth. She also advised me that I am overdue for a Disneyland trip. Naturally, the poem comes first…

I’m seventy four

Not flat on the floor

Headed out the door

Looking for more!


  1. I’m sixty-five, well on my way
    Many a year, I had my day
    Along comes a dream, an idea, a display
    To get out in the world
    And continue my play!

Leave a Reply