2020

I turned 60 this year
What does that mean?
Horrible toenails,
Needing a chisel to shape,
Flaky skin,
Saggy tum,
Laughter lines crisscrossing my face!

I refuse to glam,
A year of firsts is planned.
A new year’s day dip in the North Sea,
Holding hands with my best mate.
Pottery classes to find the creative me,
Surfing lessons or paddle boarding,
Dependant on the health of my knees.

Attending a festival, 
Maybe camping up a tree?
In a luxury tree house of course
No slumming it for me.

But it’s 2020.
The firsts are now lockdown and distancing socially.
Wearing masks 
And not seeing those who mean the most to me

My adventure is not what I envisaged it to be.
But a new norm awaits discovery.