15,30, 45 and Being Alive

I sit here With a pint a cheer Wondering about the number thirty Avoiding not being dirty It was fifteen years ago As you all know I was on top Thanks a lot To someone who gave me a shot Brandy, they said what it was And I was now feeling the buzz But as it wore off I found myself having a hiccup not a cough Phone stopped to ring Going back to being a pauper not a king Now I will ponder what’s to come Should I have a goal to dream like a bum Relying on memories that were fun Securely realizing I am just riding into the setting sun Or do I interpret the next fifteen Continuing acting being a teen Or profiting in this desperate scheme Asking, ‘where should I venture?’ Gritting my teeth not wanting any dentures Fifteen years from now I will take my final bow Then I will address If my life was truly a mess That is when my antagonist will confess Unless This test Results in I am doing my best Yes, what a wonderful thirty-year window Open it up and show Celebrating everything I think I know And dependent on how I say the word ‘whoa’