Why bother?

An old poem I wrote for a friend. I'm pretty sure it was for her 60th birthday, and many years later, it was never more true :)

By 60, everyone is eccentric.
This one plays with Japanese dolls.
That one recycles her tissues.

This one plays his new CDs
on a home-made crystal set.
That one talks to her table.

You can fool them when you're young
but when you're all grown up
and you know what you like — why bother?

Here’s one for my sister Prue’s 60th birthday. I don’t think it had a title…

Your trouble, my friend,
is too much fun.
And there should be 
a lot more of it.