(Today’s prompt was sent to me by a dear friend, (Amrita), whom  I met in the very same zumba class mentioned below in my poem. Thanks, Amrita for this prompt.  Hope I have done justice to it.)

When I go for my Zumba class I see

There is a sea of black, brown, and red hair.

All of the students are younger than me.

My silver white head is without a care.

I climb the two flights of stairs every day.

And ignore the elevator by choice.

Exercise is good for us, people say.

I Smile and wish youngsters in my loud voice.

Have found a flock of friends I call my own.

Love for dance has brought us all together.

On some days, my aching joints and bones groan.

I dance, irrespective of the weather.

I am sixty one and growing younger.

A Healthy fit life is my endeavour.

-Sulekha

I had written ‘zumba at Sixty’ last year when I had turned this wonderful age. 🙂 You can read my story here