Reflections on My 50th Birthday

Aches and pains are routine.

Naps are a wonderful treat.

Can't awake with out caffeine.

And oh, my tired feet.

Kids today, I shake my head.

The music is awful and loud.

Their best clothes hang in shreads.

Their minds a mysterious cloud.

In my day, we always did this

And we would never do that.

Those are the days I fondly miss.

The young me I love to laugh at.

I listened to thumping rock and roll.

I wore wild hair and faded jeans.

Riches and fame were my goal

As I lived that life in my dreams.

Sometimes, I think I have lived too long.

I have now become the sage.

I sing to the youth the familiar song,

"When I was your age ..."

The years, it seems, just flew by

As the hours slowly passed.

The old stories bring tears to my eyes,

But I have arrived at last.