Thereís something about a half century
That is a special treat.
To reach golden age and still be here
Can be quite a feat.
To go through the days of polio
And the days of Viet Nam.
Yet still be able to wake up each day
Is, as they say, ďda bomb.Ē
We made it through some rough times
And came through with colors that shine.
Remembering those happy days,
Tends to make me pine.
After all, what did we know?
Everyday was filled with fun.
Playing outside and running around
In the rain, or in the sun.
We had no worries.
No stress to ruin our day.
We were only children then
And life meant lots of play.
But now we are fifty
And a half-century has gone by.
It is true what they say
Time really does seem to fly.
Yet those days of fun and frolic
Have not really gone away,
We just have to look at life
In a different kind of way.
Just think of how much fun it is
As for a little walk you go.
While today your whole body
Is hooked up to an electronic gizmo.
Or the joy of an afternoon nap
To rejuvenate your sass.
While the doctor has a movie camera
Stuck way up your rectum.
And people you donít even know
Take time from their day to see
If you are ready to join them
In the AARP.
This is such a lovely time.
As long as you donít have stairs.
A time when have more bills to pay,
Than your head has brown hairs.
But we are going to make it
In this world of middle age.
Because this time we share
Is just another turn of the page.
We will grow old together
And I will thank God everyday.
Because I have you to join me
As I travel along the way.
I thought that you would want to know
As fifty today you will be.
I am fifty too!
It really ainít such a bad age to be.
To Cheryl on her 50th Birthday
August 23, 2004
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