I’m eighty-five—
though the number sits beside me
more than inside me.
Some mornings I rise feeling sixty,
still curious, still willing to wander.
At night I dream in the language of thirty,
doors still opening, roads still unnamed.
And sometimes—without apology—
seventeen returns, grinning.
Happy Birthday, Kenne, and many healthy, happy returns with all the blessings!
Joanna
Happy birthday. Nice photo. Looking good. Will join you in October and agree with your comments.
Actually my 85th birthday was January 15th. I was just trying to express how I see things as an 85 year old man still trying to stay alive.
Happy Birthday 🎂
Happy birthday, and you have such a great approach to the world
Felicidades en 50 cumpleaños 😉¡¡ Esa es la actitud, saludos¡¡