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When I am Fifty…

When I was twenty, I thought thirty was old,
then I became thirty and it wasn’t so bad.
Lo Presto! Forty came calling and looks good on me,
that now I realize fifty isn’t old at all.

I realized that age flies and are only numbers when you count,
‘cos these numbers don’t depict the essence of who you are
and the miles you’ve walked in life.

I’ll embrace fifty when it does come round
with grace and a lot of gratitude
for to age is a blessing
that many don’t live to see.

Fifty, The Daily Post

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha


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Make Haste, make haste…

Snail

Make haste, make haste!

Grandma kept saying.

A stitch in time saves nine!

She reiterated.

And I kept ignoring,

Not trying to understand.

Her imploring words to make haste,

Were but a sign.

Now I understand,

Quite literally, I say.

That little hole in my pants,

Just turned into one major tear.

I now need fifty stitches plus more,

Not even nine will suffice.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha