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Turning fifty ain’t all that nifty,
You might as well be turning five hundred.
You start get shifty, thrifty and whifty,
And you don’t act as young as you once did.

You know what they say, the old cliché,
Age is just a number.
But age doesn’t stay,
Time doesn’t slumber.

They say the years have been kind,
But time keeps on going.
And eventually you’ll find,
Your age does start showing.

You may pretend,
You’re only as old as you feel.
But really in the end,
That’s not part of the deal.

You may remain a child at heart,
But your body will age anyway.
In childish games you may take a part,
But childhood wanes day by day.

Time is not a kind master,
As it travels it takes you along.
The older you get it seems to go faster,
Until your time on earth is gone.

They say time waits for no man,
That’s because time is abrupt.
So live your best life any way that you can,
Before your time is up.

The secret of life as is told,
Is to love and be loved in return.
It’s the key for gracefully growing old,
And it’s the greatest lesson to learn.

So dance while you still can,
The last dance will come for sure.
It all ends up where it began,
And soon you’re not here anymore.

So write up your kick-the-bucket list,
With “To Do’s” before you’re pushing up daisies
Sooner or later, you’ll get the gist,
But don’t worry ‘bout it or you’ll go crazy.

So Face it, you’re going to get old,
Sooner or later you’ll be the one dead.
No more living the years said to be gold,
But for now, you’re just turning five hundred.

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