Now we are sixty

My friend, the artist Jeremy Dickinson, sent me a thoughtful and creative memento for my birthday. William Shakespeare, another compatriot, provided me with a Sonnet. Both appear below.

“Like as the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d,
Crooked eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.”

William Shakespeare: Sonnet LX

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3 comments on “Now we are sixty

  1. tillyv says:

    I vaguely recall turning 60!

  2. Erin Green says:

    Are you SERIOUSLY sixty!? You can’t be. I would have gone for 48. Max.

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