1/2 way there

When I turned 50 I recall thinking
A half century my hair is thinning
I believe I made it I`m half way there
T`was 60 my skull grew right through my hair

I have my health what more could I ask for
The keys to the kingdom are such a chore

Geriatrics won`t be my main concern
Eventually I do hope to learn
The meaning of life, why I was put here
Such are the questions I pray my Lord hears

Breath is defined as the action of life
Earning that has just turned on a light
These memories would be proof of my soul
The cell lives to be but seven years old
Exhausting its life, again its reborn
Reminiscences my soul to adorn