one more day of forty-nine

my health is good, I’m feeling fine

this gray goatee may be a sign

I’ve gone and crossed the middle line

but I’m not one to sit and whine

of my past youth, lament or pine



fifty’s here and all is great

I’m in love, I have a mate

good family, friends on my life’s plate

and there’s lots of things to go create

gotta do ’em now before it’s too late

fifty’s once, time won’t wait—


bring it on, baby

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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