My! Oh! My! Forty years,
You might as well dry up your tears.
There’s no need to have a fit,
What you see is what you get.
Just relax and count your blessings,
You don’t need to cause more stressing.
Things could be a whole lot worse,
You could be riding in a hearse.
And when your friends begin to talk,
Stand up straight and walk the walk.
Don’t get yourself into a rage,
From this point on, don’t tell your age.
February 12, 2011