Fifty - A Sympathy Poem

Fifty

Today I found my Age at last
has past a point, that's left me aghast.
For I am Fifty, Fifty, not feeling kinda nifty.
My bones do ache, just as much today,
as they did before, the year passed away.
But I'm Fifty! Fifty! I need a swig of Whisky!
My head is gray, my brain cells mush, my bottom hides, a saggy tush, cos I'm...
Fifty! I'm Fifty, I need to be more thrifty!
My College fund has long, long gone, and the debts do mount, I haven't got a song....
But I'm Fifty. Fifty somehow I'm still here and misty!
So many folks have bitten the dust, yet I'm still here, despite the crust, and yet...
I'm Fifty! Fifty! I'm not yet dead, so that's spiffy!



Nah run out of ideas.
Do I admit to writing this one?
By Tamara Wilding Feb 2016 Bit rubbish.

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