It’s good to be sixty:

To have felt older than my years for so long

And finally arrive at an age legitimately old

To marvel at having come so far

When so many have not

To consider the loss of dear ones

But find sweetness in their remembrance

To realize what’s truly important

And know so little really is

To understand that very little

Is infinitely and eternally precious

To have regrets regarding certain moments past

But to give thanks for life’s larger movements

To not deny my failures, loss, and fallenness

Yet recognize the righting tide of grace