Heidi at sixty, youthful and free, Lifts iron in the gym with glee, Tunes of juke boxes spin her back, To roads where motorbikes make their track. In pools she glides like time's soft tide, Chrome and engines by her side, Cars that shimmer under the sun, Her heart's race course, life on the run. Each passion a verse, each day a rhyme, In her vibrant world, forever in prime.