Going Like 60

Going Like 60


By Lance Grider

Today I am 60 years old. Here is all I know. It is my favorite Shakespeare sonnet, number 29. It was recommended to me 30 years ago by my friend Ripley Hugo:


When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state,

And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,

And look upon myself, and curse my fate,

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,

Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,

Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,

With what I most enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;

For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings

That then I scorn to change my state with kings


I think Bill Shakespeare is the tops. Seriously – he is at least 50 percent greater than Kanye West. How can life not be worth living when there’s treasure like this just lying around?

I have no other particular wisdom to offer anyone at this time.