Poem in Just a Geezer in Geezers, boomers, seniors activity and life

When I was in my youth,
I didn’t read the obits.
No one I knew died,
no one called it quits.

At middle age,
I noticed them more.
A little bit curious,
about what was in store.

A little bit older,
when a friend from school
died at age 50,
it just seemed so cruel.

When I turned gray,
I didn’t read them for fun.
What I wanted to do,
was say “I outlived that one.”

Now when I read,
I look for that year,
if they’re older than me,
it’s a reason to cheer.

When You Die They Publish Your Age
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