Today I turned fifty.
I feel really good.
My body’s still working quite well, thanks. (Touches wood). My hair’s not too grey, my wrinkles are few, I can still touch my toes with my knuckles. (Can you?) I’m quite full of vigour, just getting ripe.
My hearing’s still good.
What’s that you say?
Speak clearly, don’t mumble, your voice wafts away.
Inside this old body I’m still young, but then if life starts at thirty-two, I’m really just ten.
HBD to me!!!!!!