I’m as old as a tree.
I just clicked past eighty.
It’s a small jubilee.
Today’s the big date.
I’m four-score, that’s eight-
ooooh, or ancient.
Senility’s at the gate.
But what is it worth
If you’re still dumb as dirt?
Some claim age brings wisdom,
Guess I missed that alert.
They say old age gets ripe,
So do gym socks and tripe.
All in all I’d just rather
Not succumb to that hype .
Have a laugh. Lift a glass.
IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!
P.S. (additional trite doggerel encouraged. Bad taste or good judgement optional)
Posted on Pentrace 9/2/18
Update:
I’m now eighty-four
It’s becoming a bore
functionality is waning
climbing stairs is a chore.
You do realize that our conception is the result of a very happy new year.
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