Today is my birthday, I'm now fifty-three.
Such a big number it seems to me.
"You're as young as you feel," so I'm told.
Tell that to my body, that feels so old.
The joints ache, so do the bones,
My knees protest and let out groans.
As hard as I try the blood pressure on the rise,
The perscriptions increase, much to my surprise.
Luckily I feel, the mind is still young,
Although a bit forgetful, especially when over hung.
The husband shakes his head, the daughters laugh,
As I stumble and forget, all chuckles at my behalf.
It's all okay, it doesn't bother me,
I go on each day, pretending I'm twenty thirty forty-three?

14 comments:
whoa...happy birthday and it even got you to write poetry again...smiles.
Happy Birthday fellow Libran :)
You're only as old as the man you feel :)
Monique x
Happy birthday! Love that poem!!!
Happy birthday. Cute poem!
Happy Birthday!! Hope your day is fabulous!
That's a great poem! Happy birthday!!
Awwwww, happy birthday, sweet friend!
BIRPPY HATHDAY!!!!!
Happy birthday!!!!!! I personally turned 40-10 a few months ago. :) And it really is just a number!
Happy Birthday!
Happy Happy Birthday!
Love this! Happy Birthday to you!!
Happy Birthday to you
A year over fifty-two
Your bones feel the time
But your mind can still rhyme
And no matter how old you get
You'll have your fun wit
And when you turn fifty four
Your mind will still soar!
I like that pretending idea :D
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