Farewell to the Sixties
( Written on the eve of my 70th birthday)
When I am seventy and walking with a cane,
Just a dog as my companion,down a leafy country lane.
Or sitting by the river with my fishing line and rod,
Catching nothing but my memories,
I’ll still be thanking God for taking me to this day
Through times of joy and sorrow.
But wait……..I’m only sixty nine.
I’ll be seventy tomorrow.
by Patrick Ganly.