It’s been a while since I posted anything – my apologies.  Yes, I know, you turn on your laptop or you grab your phone hoping for my latest word, only to be disappointed.  Sorry.

I always have the best of intentions to take a few minutes out of my day to create a literary masterpiece, but too often, life takes over.  I have been slammed this past week with too many things to do and not enough hours in the day.  Things have kind of calmed down a bit.  Not much, but a bit.

I wanted to share something I wrote some time ago.  I wrote this when I turned 50, my 50^th birthday.  A milestone.

I promise there is more to come, but in the meantime, this is my poem to myself about turning 50.

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Word of the day is “… ugh…..” 

I turn 50 today – wow, that makes ½ a Century, 

But still have all my teeth, no need for dentury; 

Born in 1965, that makes a total of 5 decades, 

No need to shout yet, I don’t need hearing aids. 

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I got the application to apply for the AARP, 

Pretty soon I guess I’ll be looking to replace a knee; 

I know being older is supposed to make me more mature, 

Not sure ‘bout you, but I think it’s a load of manure.

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But now I can go to Golden Corral at 4pm, for the senior discount, 

And not pay as big a penalty for cashing out my individual retirement account; 

I look forward to wearing sweaters and sitting in my rocking chair, 

And thanks to President Obama, I’ll have adequate health care.

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But I’m gonna be positive, maybe I’m really 50 years young, 

I’ve got a good heart, and never smoked to damage either lung; 

First day of Spring makes you feel good and alive, 

I do hope the DMV still allows me to drive.

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I still got it going on, I still work and have fun with my beautiful wife, 

Two great girls, yeah, it really is quite a nice life; 

I guess it’s not too bad, this part of getting older, 

Now where’s my cardigan, it’s gotten a bit colder.

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50 seems so long ago.  I look back now and I barely remember bring 50.  Now firmly in my 50s, actually in my late 50s with 60 quickly approaching.  I still have my hair, so I got that going for me.

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