At Sixty

I approached SIXTY
I started behaving FUNKY
I thought life will be MESSY
I feared my brain to be EMPTY
I started thinking life will be SHODDY
I was deep into WORRY
I dreaded the fateful DAY
I Kept myself locked in the room QUIETLY
I was the person most UNHAPPY
I heard the phone ringing LOUDLY
I lifted the phone QUICKLY
I heard a sweet voice telling “grandpa HAPPY
I could not control the tears of JOY
I felt as if I returned back to TWENTY
I realized how stupid and SILLY
I was in unnecessarily getting PANICKY
I started receiving hundreds of CONGRATULATORY
Messages which I accepted GLADLY
I than realized that the age of SIXTY
Has brought me so much importance and I am EAGERLY
awaiting to complete my age of EIGHTY
To be followed by NINETY and ONE TWENTY!!

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Ramapriya Nr

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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I really enjoyed reading this poem, I thought it to be written well and understandable. It gives an idea of what one would feel when they reach the age of 60. When I reach this age I will not be so anxious about it and realize its a great age to be.

ammu sachariah

Sir, we must feel proud when we are sixty because we are getting sixty years living experience in this world. I liked it.

Monali Longmailai

a very lovely poem. i’m looking forward to enjoy my life at 60. 🙂

ramakrishnan chatakondu

Our bodies become weak……
…………..our own blood rushes to our aid…….
…………….who said paradise lost?

Savi Mani

Dear Ramapriya ji, a lovely poem, to reach 60 pause and look back, be happy that one took the journey so wonderfully and proceed. further……being proud that yes we made it till 60 and carry on with the journey of life, it is said age is a mind set but 60 is that age, where the human mind tends to look back re-living the life once again……..nevertheless it is said 60 is the youth of old age and 50 is the old age of youth………60, 70, 80 , 90 100, or 120 hardly matters what matters is living life to its fullest, living each day as it comes, being thankful to the one above us for HIS blessings……..nice poem, enjoyed every bit of it, awesome rhyming……….as usual

sweety rajpal

No need to worry as one reaches 60. You have survived it all and will continue to do so happily!


Nice to read:)


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