Think of a Number

It's a square. Deal with it.
Five by five that is.
It was silver for Elizabeth
in Jubilee days.
Time was, it seemed a lot
of years, when I had one
less myself. Still,
double that number and
you'll know where I am
on life's motorway:
pulled over on the shoulder
wondering if there's the
same distance left again.
Or less, perhaps.
A number random enough
for (a) generation would
you say? Tell it to
Shanice with her daughter's
daughter at the bus-stop.
It's not only the route
number that's 25.