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I just can’t look back. Face forward and march upright- with a spring in your step (and a glass of wine in your hand) is my motto. And… maybe a facelift.
I’m with Cheryl! I still try to move so fast each and every day that I have to pause to reflect on the past…which I only do occasionally and rarely to measure the progress and evolution I still try to bring about to myself every day. [I take a breath after that l-o-n-g sentence].
My favorite line is “in his motorcycle leathers still cutting a fine figure!” My guy just turned 70 too…..and he’s still fun and game for anything! We have a blast…..going to be 48 years come August. We think this a great ride…..this growing along! While I love keeping the past alive for my grkids….family history and stories etc….we don’t dwell on aging. I think this keeps us young and engaged. I love the way you’ve presented this piece, Carol! I love learning neat style tricks and how to turn the small things into cool topics to write about! You are my new favorite writer! 🙂
Joan/Gramcracker
OMG, he’s still a great lookin’ guy, although not the adorable young thing I fell in love. Nor am I the adorable young thing HE fell in love with! 70 is JARRING to consider! Sounds like your guy is a lot of fun, lucky you! Joan, your compliments are much appreciated!
beautiful poetry, just beautiful. 70 is the new 40 … I know so many vibrant, productive, amazing 70 somethings, they inspire me 🙂
The years flew by…is right. And sometimes I’m surprised at what I see when I look in the mirror. What really gets to me though is when my husband of 33 years tells me that we are “old.” When he does I get a pang…I think my heart actually hurts.