Poem about being past fifty

I love being past fifty.
It is enlivening to me.
It gives me back my youth.
With all that medication
They're giving me,
I need it.

I do look forward to the time
When I can be shortstop
For the Lacrosse team,
Whatever that means to them,
Because I am a troubleshooter
And shortstop is a troubleshooting game player.

I look forward to getting up
At four o'clock in the morning,
And telling the Prime Minister
My son in future, I hope,
What to do about his day,
His advisor so to speak.

This will be fun.
But what I shall look forward to
Most of all, is little Galit
Nursing purposefully at the breast
Of Mama Joanne, with emphasis
On purposefully, with milk
Coming out her ears nearly
For abundance of milk.

                                        by Joanne Okano, puppeteer