Posted in life, original

I’ll Be Fifty

Twenty years from now seems quite far

But not as far as it was before

Creeping slowly

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.

Posted in original, self / self esteem

At 30

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.

Posted in original, Relationship

Had Hope

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

Posted in life, original

Getting

Getting older,

Getting younger,

Getting fatter, 

Getting slimmer,

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

Posted in growing old, life, original

Birthday Candles

I turn around and see
I am twenty-eight today
I am twenty-eight today
Hooray for me!

It’s grand
It’s joyous
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
Twenty-eight, today

Posted in growing old, original

I’m Getting Old

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

Posted in growing old, life, original

The Number Called Age

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!