Turning sixty six does one expectant
Like the woman big with expectancy,
The way poem’s words are expectant.

I am less by 2 than country’s average
Edging toward everyone’s swan song,
Dividing years by a number of shirts.

If I breath more than an expectancy
Excess years are unexpected reward
Robbing years of other sun of a gun.

Poem words will reach a cryptic end
As expectancy delivers after labour
And there is peace in your stomach.

(Expectancy is when one crosses 66 against the country’s average life expectancy of 68)