Four Days short of Sixty

No it is not possible to have lived this long
Sixty years a life times of many yesterdays
I call Ann in Ireland she turned sixty today
she said not to worry it is just another day
nothing to fear and then remembered that we
tortured Boyd Patterson she said we threw him
in the snow after tossing his school bag away
I have no memory of such an act she is troubled
I remind her of when we collided on our bikes
and I flew over the handlebars into the ditch
Ruby Grahams brought me medicine in a glass
a small lucozade that made me right as rain
I do not want to have to turn another year
in fact I think I will change my birthday
In fact I am only turning six years old yes
I am only six years old in that galactic time