Duty bound at threescore, reppin’ it,
The whole tribe, instantly I’m a superstar,
Arms stretched for the hem of my garment!
Eloquent voice, my word is now gospel,
Them lips part, only to speak with purpose.
A silver fox, hair uniquely on sides and back,
The bald top bold with boundless wisdom!
All children have since flown the nest,
Calmly, thus, we rejoice over renewed vows.
Yet every Eden has its own Serpent!
Apprehension has turned on retirement,
How much pension, and what will suffice?
When to quit work, and where shall we live?
Shan’t we learn skills and build relations anew?
Dispose of the house pronto and downsize?
At forty, life begins to make sense,
Been working for a couple of decades.
Accomplished, the confidence is apparent,
With swagger, there is a bounce in my step.
Accumulated the worthless assets of life,
Luxury cars that consume gas in gulps,
And a huge house, teem with fancy interiors.
An oversized former production chamber,
And empty storage rooms, hitherto bedrooms,
For three children, all in higher education.
Anxiety now about university expenses,
Accommodation and their general upkeep!