At Sixty Comments

I just turned 69, so if I wrote such a poem it would be titled AT SEVENTY. I'm not ready to do so, but I admire your confrontation with age. You don't express negative feelings, you don't whine. There is a trenchant resolution to deal with aging creatively when the poet sets his goal on being as prize-winning buffoon. He turns a potential insult into a gesture of victory. But it's the last stanza that I find so special. You express that sense of wistfulness which is behind my inability to write such a poem. But you have written the poem with dignity, awareness and poise.