Today I’m 65

Today I’m 65
Today, I’m 65 years old. I’m not sure how I should feel about that. Am I old now?
My father was 61 when he died in 1974 and mother was 59 when she died in 1976. They didn’t seem old to me then, yet, now I’m older than they ever got to be.
I have friends who are in their 80’s, 90’s, and one is even 108 years old. They don’t really seem “old” to me. Oh, they have some back problems or joint replacements, but they are happy, content within their own skin, and are fun to be with.
I have friends in their 30’s and 40’s, who complain about their job, boss, and wages. In their free time, they participate in softball, pick-up football, beer and late-night parties. They don’t seem happy. They seem to me to be old before their time, but not exactly mature.
If I compare myself to one group, I’m still a spring chickie. If I compare myself with the other group, I’m well over the hill. I’m not quite sure where 6-1/2 decades have gone so quickly, but I feel as if I’m in the middle. Not so old as to be decrepit and not so young as to be foolish.
It’s like I’m walking along the top of a fence. Someday, I will fall off the fence and be gone, but for now, I’m going to put one foot in front of the other and keep on going. I’ll stand tall and proud, because today, I’m 65 years old.