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I've decided to switch gears this time and try to not depress you so much. Who needs all the morbidity, with all the sad news over the past few days? So here's a fun one.
The concept for this poem came from the march of time, which we cannot stop. My 40th birthday was coming up and people were asking me how it feels to be going over the hill. Honestly, I wasn't feeling bad about it at all. I felt a heck of a lot worse about turning 20. I was leaving my fun teens when I turned 20. That was sad and depressing. Going from 39 to 40 really isn't much of a leap.
However, I felt obligated to at least entertain the thought of it making me depressed, but every time I did, funny things kept hitting my mind. I was laughing to myself, because some people act as if turning 40 is akin to turning 90 or something.
Anyhow, the following is an Intro. and Poem I came up with to laugh at my turning 40. Enjoy!
There is an old proverb, which says "Laugh, and the whole world laughs with you. Cry, and you cry alone." So in the spirit of that old proverb and at the risk of extreme self-deprecation, I give you my 40th Birthday Poem.
Oh my, oh my Lordy.
Can you believe this nut made forty?
From birth until twenty,
The good and fun times are plenty.
As for the next half to come,
At least the first half was fun.
That first step out of bed
Becomes something you dread.
The morning trip to the loo,
Seems that the distance has grew.
Oh, how much did I drinkle?
Must be the world's longest tinkle.
And then you'll look in the mirror.
Oh, you can't see? Well, come nearer.
Is that a gray in my head?
Oh, he's cute. Name him Fred.
But, then as time lingers on,
You'll curse Fred and his Spawn.
And, oh, those lines in your face?
Just grin and bear them with grace.
All those aches and those pains,
Drives lesser men to complain.
As for me, I'm a bull.
This poem is for other poor souls.
What's that? My dreams are all fake?
Oh, you said ice cream and cake.
Just seems at times hard to hear
With this little aid in my ear.
So, bring on the cake, let's begin.
Oh wait!!! My false teeth aren't in.
-Robert Joles
Labels: birthday, funny, middle age, poem, poetry, turning 40
2 Comments:
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- Anonymous said...
June 26, 2009 at 6:09 PMBe glad your grandma don't have a computer, she is turning 90 lol- Bob the Blogger said...
June 26, 2009 at 6:21 PMLOL
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