Sixty's a numeral.
It's cardinal.
Not ordinal.
Not ephemeral!
Who'd a thought we'd get to the pith?
The infallibility of youth is a myth.
On the eve of the Sixtieth (ordinal),
Late discovering, it's not monolith!
Are we here just to buy?
Or intruders only to spy?
"Life's a bitch and then you die." (who said that first?)
Coming, going, in the blink of a cosmic eye.
What did you do?
What's the clue?
Who cares, oh boo?
Did it help the Sioux?
According to my wife,
45 years a fife.
How wonderful, no strife,
Hope it's the half-life.
Include those standing in lines,
Affected, by programs and designs,
Along with those finding the signs,
And reading the rhymes.
Environmental stewardship matter to thee?
Planting lots of flowers with glee?
Or cultivating many a tree?
I've never owned an ORV!
Sixty Sucks!
On to seventy and eighty!
