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 50th 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.
