Age Gauge

My daughter says what makes her feel her age
is when her brother’s birthday comes along.
Her younger sibling constitutes a gauge
correcting self-impression. Is she wrong?
I think not, as I read a likely page,
and excavate a lyric from her song.
My baby brother’s pushing 65,
and soberly I’m feeling less alive.

(Ottava Rima)

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