Sixteen, Sixty-four

• Timothy Gould, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2022

It was falling at sixty;
Sixteen started sunny.
Four had no point, the lore fussy.
Sixteen, Sixty-four.

Sixty-four was over done;
At this number they had no fun.
They needed one.
A new life begun!

Life was reborn, just around dawn;
“He was over, all gone!” Sixteen said.
The expression never existed.
I’d be over sixty-three!

Sixty-four, I am.
I’ll find Sixteen!
Never again…
We will always be Sixteen, Sixty-four.