You're (30) already, (son)
Nearly over the hill, oh my
And as you face advancing years
Unfortunately, so do I
So let's make a deal together
We'll use the same party line
You're a smidgin' over 21 (You're a little under 21)
I'm not quite 49
And bringing Granny into the ruse
I heard about your mother's deal
I'll go along with it, that's fine
Now, raise your arm and swear this oath
"My Grandma's 59"
***
At 50
Empathy, the greatest virtue of all,
Memorable situations to recall.
Have no shame, if you don’t know,
With humble honesty, you will glow.
Odds of keeping, an open mind,
Same as waistline, that is kind.
Actions stronger than words,
Don’t need to follow the herds.
Never gave up, on your kids,
Learned to pick, the right forbids.
Finally, the puzzle came together,
You survived intensive weather.
~Martin Dejnicki
***
Her Majesty isn't sending you a telegram this year
but...
...she's happy to know you're halfway there!
***
Baby Boomers
Our cohort is called "baby boomer."
Dads home from the war (there's the rumor)
Were happy to see
Our Moms such that we
Are alive to enjoy birthday humor.
***
50th Birthday Poems #4
Fifty Birthdays
Fifty birthdays,
Fifty years,
Fifty parties,
Fifty cheers,
Fifty’s happy.
Fifty’s bold.
Fifty’s you,
And you are old!
~Denise Rodgers
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"Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night"
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
***
Just because you're 50,
Don't despair, oh no
Overnight you won't discover
You've lost your get up and go.
Nor will you become all wrinkled,
Nor ache from head to toe.
So even though you're ripening
Don't regard it as a blow,
You won't suddenly look decrepit ...
...Cos that happened long ago!!
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
***
For Your Fiftieth Birthday Let Us Sing
For your fiftieth birthday let us sing!
In celebration let your loved ones dance!
Fair seedtime had our souls within your heart,
Taking joy from innocent romance.
You gave to us a gentle, loving spring.
