The last time I was upset about a birthday was when I was 25.
I know that sounds silly but I was sure that by the time I was 25 I would be burning up the world.
I would be a well know writer, published several slim but notable and profound volumes.
Be sought out by the ‘in’ people.
It’s not that I’m upset about being sixty. I don’t feel like sixty. I’m told I don’t look like sixty, or act like it either!
I guess I should be grateful I got this far!
I just don’t like the SOUND of the word.
It sounds much too final somehow.
So I’ve decided NOT to be SIXTY but PINXTY!
Do not go gentle into that decade…….