Twenty years from now seems quite far
But not as far as it was before
People ask me
Where I think I’ll be.
Do I worry or should I worry?
That will lead me nowhere
I know for sure I’ll climb that stage
And I will welcome that age,
If given a chance.
As Jason Mraz said, I won’t worry my life away
By then, I’d be happy to have been fifty.
She rejoices at being given the years
While most may equate age with fears.
She seems to walk with more flair
As if she’s dancing on air.
Her eyes of brown dance in the sun
A new age, a new decade, has begun.
My 20 something self did hope
But I’ve reached the end of my rope
I never found him and he never came
It was like a cat and mouse game
So it all ends the same.
Now I’ve embraced my alone-ness
No longer scared of sadness
Commitment is on the past for me
For I had hoped before
And I think that’s enough, even more
Each year is different but one thing remains constant
And that is the fact that another year has been added to this life of mine.
I raise my glass to what has been given to me
May the years of getting older be years of getting wiser
I turn around and see
I am twenty-eight today
I am twenty-eight today
Hooray for me!
It’s heart warming
It tickles my soul
See, we only get to be one age at a time
Only for a year
So might as well celebrate it
Enjoy it while it lasts
And so I turn around and see
And realize how blessed I am to be
Bones creaking and limbs aching
Older and older one gets
Either curse the number
Or be thankful for it
One can never stop it from happening
I don’t like overcrowded places
And partying ’til dawn.
I don’t care to meet too many faces,
Sometimes it’s such a bore and I just want to yawn.
I spend more days at home
And work on my blog
I still socialize though not like the much younger years
Maybe it’s just me
Or maybe I’m just getting old
I forgot how to smile
You forgot how to rhyme
I felt our skins rot
Our flesh peeling off
It’s been a while, my friend
More than a decade or two
We have crossed many rainbows
But I guess there’s just one more
You’re tired bones crackle
Not as young as before
The years have not always been good and easy
But you look back,
Because the years had been fruitful
But the greatest there ever was
Another year to be the wiser
The older you get, you should be a little nicer
Grouchy as ever, are you ever going to change?
You seem less happier each year, which is strange
Be happy for another year, be proud of your age
Don’t try to hide it now, the world is your stage
Be glad you are growing older, enjoy every minute
Don’t be sour, life is great so enjoy it!