I would like to share some of the poems I received on my 40th Bday Party...
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Fine Chardonnay!
It's hard to believe I'm 39.
But am I aging like fine wine?
They say 39 is the new 25
Could someone please tell my thighs.
My make-up free days are a thing of the past.
I just hope my concealer lasts.
What are these grey hairs atop my head.
Tell me Miss Clairol, should I go red?
These lines on my face are beginning to furrow
Soon they'll be deep enough for a rabbit's burrow
But joking and silliness aside
This has been a wonderful ride
So 40 I'm ready, bring what you may
I've decided, I'm a fine Chardonnay!
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Life begins at 40
As you grow each year,
To the sky without fear.
Sound judgment and roots,
Sweeter than fruits.
With seasons you change,
Isn’t that strange?
Standing tall and strong,
You know you belong.
Many climb for support,
You’re a great sport.
At forty, a young tree,
We must all agree.
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Primetime at 40
A mid-life crisis to forget,
Only temporary don’t you sweat.
Life insurance they try to sell,
“I’m not old,” you begin to yell.
You need glasses in the dark,
Where you used to make your mark.
A cold beer is your best friend,
Hangovers he will always lend.
Hair continues to fall out,
Sitting and waiting for your trout.
The first forty is to learn.
The next forty, you must return.
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Life to Enroll
I realized, I was forty years old,
All this drama began to unfold.
Woke up, one morning; a pretty bad cold,
Rest in bed, repeatedly told.
I lay there in thought, uncontrolled
Upon defeat and surrender, I was not sold.
With a sudden spark, I became truly bold,
Jumped out of bed and youth filled with gold.
With peace and confidence, downstairs I strolled,
Opened the door, and life, I enrolled.
A few hurdles here, my way they were bowled,
Forty years of experience, success was foretold.
********************
Fine Chardonnay!
It's hard to believe I'm 39.
But am I aging like fine wine?
They say 39 is the new 25
Could someone please tell my thighs.
My make-up free days are a thing of the past.
I just hope my concealer lasts.
What are these grey hairs atop my head.
Tell me Miss Clairol, should I go red?
These lines on my face are beginning to furrow
Soon they'll be deep enough for a rabbit's burrow
But joking and silliness aside
This has been a wonderful ride
So 40 I'm ready, bring what you may
I've decided, I'm a fine Chardonnay!
********************
Life begins at 40
As you grow each year,
To the sky without fear.
Sound judgment and roots,
Sweeter than fruits.
With seasons you change,
Isn’t that strange?
Standing tall and strong,
You know you belong.
Many climb for support,
You’re a great sport.
At forty, a young tree,
We must all agree.
********************
Primetime at 40
A mid-life crisis to forget,
Only temporary don’t you sweat.
Life insurance they try to sell,
“I’m not old,” you begin to yell.
You need glasses in the dark,
Where you used to make your mark.
A cold beer is your best friend,
Hangovers he will always lend.
Hair continues to fall out,
Sitting and waiting for your trout.
The first forty is to learn.
The next forty, you must return.
********************
Life to Enroll
I realized, I was forty years old,
All this drama began to unfold.
Woke up, one morning; a pretty bad cold,
Rest in bed, repeatedly told.
I lay there in thought, uncontrolled
Upon defeat and surrender, I was not sold.
With a sudden spark, I became truly bold,
Jumped out of bed and youth filled with gold.
With peace and confidence, downstairs I strolled,
Opened the door, and life, I enrolled.
A few hurdles here, my way they were bowled,
Forty years of experience, success was foretold.
