by Steven Kent

“Sixty is the new golden age: Meet the stellar generation hitting this milestone”
—The Guardian

Some writer claims I’m in my prime,
Which I deem damn insensible.
He swears I’ve hit life’s perfect time–
I say that’s indefensible.

My knees now hurt, both hips, my back;
To women I’m invisible.
My daily mood is mostly black
And rarely am I risible.

My sagging abs reveal I’m old;
Can’t find a way to flatten ’em.
If sixty is the age of gold,
Don’t let me live to platinum.