Reflections on Another Milestone
Every birthday's a milestone,
One step closer to heaven,
And tomorrow's another,
Number four-score-and-seven.
I wish I could say growing old has been fun,
But it hasn't,
I'm tired,
All my battles are won.
Still a part of me thinks,
It would be kind of great
To be blowing out candles
At four-score-and-eight.
I just hope when my time comes,
There's no muss and no fuss,
And, fingers crossed,
It's before I'm a century-plus.
Happy Birthday to all you other PS May babies!
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