GREETING CARD

The number sixty
makes me think of speed limits
barely noted as we cruise by
at well above
that many miles per hour.
So, dear David,
I wish you this
as you approach
your sixtieth birthday:
may you regard it
as a mere reference point —
not to limit you in any way,
not to be obeyed,
but acknowledged with a blink
as you continue your journey,
reaching your own number of miles
in your own number of hours
at your own velocity.


© Ellen Azorin