Sixty-One

when you're sixty-one is it all done?
Not in the mood for clubbing fun.
Don't cruise to "Tee Pee" or pick up chicks.
Unlikely, cruising died with most flicks.

Bar hopping long ago lost all appeal.
Like texting, don't have the feel.
Content with life, have lost my zeal
for chasing dreams, my heart bestill

Someone suggested, get with it, "Get a tattoo"
would actually rather be a monkey in the zoo,
or scalped by a wild Arapahoo
or impaled by Vlad, in a messy goo.
Don't do tattoo, don't like to say "Moo".

Found happiness within, was always there
but searched the world to find my share.
Now home, hot tub, dinner with my mate;
that's all it takes for a perfect date.