53

You don't know why a man of 53 cries
Because you are not yet 53.
Your uncles still have some vigour.
Your aunties still speak to thee.
You have not a mate who has succumbed
To a wasting and hideous disease.
You do not know, as yet, my dear,
But you will. This is yet to be.
You don’t know why a man of 53 cries
Because you are not yet 53.
O, would that you'd be 110
And never 53.