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
No grey hair showing yet but I feel it starting now
I have been blessed with the years I have thus far
And greatful for what has become
Looking forward to growing older
Cheers to the years!
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
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
Will you be there to stand by me, will you stay?
When I become annoying and noisy,
Will you understand even when I can be a bit bossy?
When my hands have seen better days,
Will you still hold them anyway?
If my memory fades and I often forget,
Will you tell me our story so I may remember it?
When all else fails, when everything breaks,
Will you show our love is true and not one to fake?
Getting older day by day
Hoping to get wiser too
Feeling trapped on childhood dreams
Trying to work on the plans and schemes
Time flies fast
Sometimes you’d like to slow it down
But I am grateful for the years given
Glad I got to be twenty seven
Onwards I go with the life I was blessed
To be happy, to be contented
This I confess is what I pray
Cheers to the years and more to come
I thank the heavens
As I toast to being twenty-seven
Photographs in an album
Memories that never fade
We’ve been through a lot
Some dues we’ve paid
It wasn’t all good
It wasn’t all bad either
We had highs, we had lows
Though it wasn’t all perfect neither
But it was great
We lived life
And now we grow
And learned from the strife
It was a great adventure
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!
The wrinkles on her face show the road she has taken
Her aching bones show her strength
The determination to stand each time she falls
I can only pray I grow gracefully like she has
pushing forty, like pushing a roller coaster
and I don’t understand
you’re alive, they call you old
you die, they say too young
all the effort to look younger
but the young longs to be older
pushing further or pulling back?
isn’t age just a number?
for now I am 15 years away
but I look forward to pushing forty