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Occasion Sixty One
on counting trips around the sun today marks number sixty one with more behind than left to run i'm doing all i can get done there's time enough i can suppose to deal with these this that and those it's mine to choose what time i spend whose words to hear, how much to lend an ear which whiskey to consume which beer how bold to be and what to fear i grip the wheel firmly as i steer from tragic times in time i rose and will again until i close my eyes let this be no surprise to you i rejoice at my life in view of what i've done, what i might do in love's bright sun the gifts i won in life, my wife my daughters and my son and everyone whose blessings i have gained and every lesson, every pain every wrinkle, every stain i bear and yet will not complain which parts in total sum outweigh the good or bad i cannot say in gritty strife or deepest debt through darkest days i can't regret what i survived to make me stronger than the biting dogs i lasted longer than the lies in grabbing gravitas did i grow wise enough to navigate the fogs and demarcate the demagogue's denial of my soul? am i awash upon a shoal? go 'head and doubt me thomas, i am whole. as such i am or might yet be i feel the world in my embrace and from my peak to every sea i'm not compelled by any means to chase such fortune that would bury me in any mask but virtue on my face. that's not my race i'm in my place. on counting trips around the sun i've had my trials, had my fun i recognize prime number sixty one so trust me son, this man ain't done.