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?