Just recently, I turned ninety-five
And it's stupendous to be alive.
Although things have become increasingly hard,
I still move hoses to water the yard.
I say, "There is absolutely nothing to gain
If I mumble and grumble and complain."
For I see someone most every day
Very handicapped but they
Don't seem to have a single care
Nothing too hard for them to bear.
I would need to hang my head in shame
If I thought others were to blame
For things gone wrong in my personal life
When choices and blessings have been rife.
Oh, it's good to be alive
And pushing on beyond ninety-five.
Dorothy Boyland Stones,