I'm not 60, I'm 48

The ravages of time often reduce us.

I’m not 60, I’m 48!

 

I’m not 60

          I’m 48.

My Kids have taken

          years off my life.

 

It’s a simple

          Mathematical computation:

 

Take the Sum of the years

          divide by the number

          of children you’ve raised.

Subtract for:

          every fall,

          every strain,

          every break,

          (I hope you know we’re talking emotional now not physical)

Factor in the cost of

          poured out Love,

          rotting promises and,

          hateful words foolishly said,

 

And –

 

The new Sum

will always be

less than the total.

 

Try the Math yourself:

 

Live to a ripe old age.

 

Invest all that you hold dear.

 

Yet –

 

Out of the Fruit

          of one life,

Grow the seeds

          of others.

They too begin

          to add up.

They too begin

          to make sense.

They too find

          time growing shorter.

 

LSS

 

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

I like your formula. Perhaps I'm not 60 as I thought. (My body sure feels it, though) Good poem, LSS.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

A very cute poem. Very authentic, nicely done. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[Charlène Boutin]

This is lovely and creative! I am anxious to grow older and have children myself.
The last paragraph of your poem feels really deep, it shows such a beautiful truth. I really enjoyed reading this, and I adore your style of writing- it is so creative! I look forward to reading more of your writing :).

[angelina neves]

Oh! with all the difficulty of suming up and reducing it and i must be... let see... ummmmmmm... around 28 and never 57! :)
Lovely ideia!