Happy Half-A-Century

And so as I turned fifty A party would be thrown It was my friends decision Not something of my own For me, a year a year is Just like a day's a day No need to live by numbers And count your life away But no, a feast it would be And useless my protest "You show up in the hall, man And wear your Sunday best!" So there I went, that evening Well groomed and dressed up neat But when they saw me coming Confusion was complete Some guests just stared and stuttered While others walked right out The party soon was over My friends, they stood about And boy! Did I look good In my birthday suit