Today I turned fifty. I feel really good.
My body’s still working quite well thanks. (Touch wood!)
My hair’s not too grey, my wrinkles are few,
I can still touch my toes with my knuckles. (Can you?)
I’m quite full of vigour, just getting ripe.
(But they now print the phone book in much smaller type.)
My hearing’s still good. What’s that you say?
Speak clearly, don’t mumble, your voice wafts away.
Inside this old body I’m still young, but then
If life starts at forty, I’m really just ten.

Today is the day.
But what day is it?
Maybe its Christmas, Maybe its Halloween?
Could today be the day we see the Queen?

Maybe we will get tons of sweets
After Christmas Mass
Maybe we will dress up in our sheets
Yelling boo as people pass

Lets see, I think all of these may be wrong
But what day could it be?
Wait I now hear a song
Guess whos turning 3!

It only happens once each year,
Book the train and pack your gear.
Your destination seems unknown,
As you sit there, all alone.

Something internal, in a rush,
Just like the toilet, we usually flush.
Constantly staring at the clock,
Are you waiting for your flock?

Savour the moment, don’t wait for the end,
Nobody knows, if you may extend.
Journey divided into equal parts,
Today is another, we’ll add to the charts.

Your train has left, from the town of birth,
Hopefully located, on planet earth.
The next stop, might seem the same,
It shall reveal, what you became.

I’ve been banned from having birthdays
A new rule has been made
Signed ,sealed and delivered
By the local Fire Brigade!
They say that all those candles
Would create such a blaze
They’d have to come and put it out
And stay around for days !

So, I guess I’ll have to party
Without the birthday cake,
Perhaps I’ll light one candle
Just for old time’s sake ,
Those firemen ! So fit and strong,
Such handsome looking men -
Whose birthday is it ,anyway ?
Let’s light them all again !