When I flashed my way past twenty
I was only building up steam.
Life was real in those halcyon days,
Now it seems some sort of dream...
Then I turned thirty without thinking;
One day it was suddenly there!
I was too busy playing and drinking,
Or engaged in some other affair...
Forty came calling one December;
Of all my life it was the worst!
Of all the days I can remember,
From now, and on back to the first...
Fifty was scary but I was resigned
To accept it like a grown man should.
I was well settled into the daily grind;
Ignoring my age the best I could...
At sixty, go get the grave site ready!
This year I never wanted to meet.
My hands and feet were no longer steady.
I was now the oldest man on my street...
Next year will bring seventy if I live so long.
I believe it is called 'four score and ten'.
Don't turn the clock back, I could be wrong,
But I don't think I want to do this again....
