I’ve been banned from having birthdays A new rule has been made Signed ,sealed and delivered By the local Fire Brigade! They say that all those candles Would create such a blaze They’d have to come and put it out And stay around for days ! So, I guess I’ll have to party Without the birthday cake, Perhaps I’ll light one candle Just for old time’s sake , Those firemen ! So fit and strong, Such handsome looking men – Whose birthday is it ,anyway ? Let’s light them all again !
By: Margaret Glendenning
On Turning Fifty
Today I turned fifty. I feel really good. My body’s still working quite well thanks. (Touch 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. (But they now print the phone book in much smaller type.) 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 forty, I’m really just ten.
By: Sue Taylor
Over The Hill Birthday
It’s birthday time again I see; Another year’s gone by. We’re older than we used to be; The thought could make me cry. For getting older is not such fun, When there’s hurting in your back, And it’s agony if you have to run, And a pleasure to lie in the sack. Yes getting older is quite a bore, But to not get old is worse. So “Happy Birthday!” let’s shout once more, And to heck with our ride in the hearse! Hooray for getting older! Happy Birthday and many more.
‘Old age is not so bad when you consider the alternative.’