Happy Birthday To Me
When I was a child time was snail slow and I wanted to get older fastI planned to be five, I was glad to be alive
I planned to be ten, it was important then
I planned on being sixteen, a real teenage queen
I planned on twenty-one, then I could really have fun
But then I was blindsided, life began passing five years at a time
I turned and twenty-five, stared me in the eyes
I turned again and look, thirty had me on its hook
I was still reeling from that, and thirty-five knocked me flat
I was ready to retreat, when fourty swept me off my feet
Unbelievably, after fourty, life zips cruely by in ten year blocs
I couldn't hold them back, years kept barrelling down the track
Fourty turned to fifty, in less than a jiffy
Now I fear for my sanity, time is messing with my vanity
And in a catatonic state, today I'm turning 58
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-10-05 at 04:31
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