Fifty
Fifty
fifty for me one month away
does not scare me in anyway
I look in the mirror and see george cloony
I must be loony
I feel full of buzz life is good
I remember my forty but I feel like thirty
back to the future the candles will say
I will blow them away for age is just a number
I have my sense of humour
Copyright © Niall Fulham | Year Posted 2017
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