On Reaching Seventy-One

by Trevor Camp
Ontario, Canada

If I should live for eighty years
        with all the time for all thatís planned
thereíll be much joy and thunderous cheers.

Thatís time enough for two careers
        nine more books or a small time band
if I should live for eighty years.

Thatís time enough for nine hundred beers
        that smell so good and taste so grand
thereíll be much joy and thunderous cheers.

No time for sobs, no time for tears
        I could walk again on Londonís Strand,
if I should live for eighty years.

No time for cries, not time for fears.
        For nine more years I will command
thereíll be much joy and thunderous cheers.

As judgement nears and the end appears
        life is still for living and
if I should live for eighty years
thereíll be much joy and thunderous cheers.

 

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[NOTE: Tower Poetry 50#2 is out of print]