It was just a day
Some days are like that
Just!
There was warmth
Without sunshine
A stillness
Pleasant
Pleasant, yet just!
I was rolling towards sixty
On a roll
Wondering if I could stop arriving at sixty
But the only way to stop it
Seemed to be to die
The options weren’t good
So rolling I was
Gathering moss as though there was to be a shortage
Sixty
God gave us three score and ten
I carried out a quick mental calculation
And arrived eventually at seventy
Seventy sounded very old
Sixty suddenly sounded better
Three score and ten!
But He didn’t always get it right
Some poor souls never reached it
While some floated on by
I wonder why
Maybe some people ate far too much
While some ate too little
Maybe some ate perfectly and those were the ones who went
At three score and ten
But what does it all say?
God isn’t perfect?
Does He claim to be?
Or is it just that people don’t often get things right?
It’s funny being nearly sixty
Not much point in saving for the future
The future is in the past
And no point at all in saving for the past
Maybe that’s why I have no savings
I never saw a future
I have only today
So what does today bring?
It’s just a day
Some days are like that
Just!
