Written by Fredrick P. W. Gaye, Dedicated to Mr. Carlton Boah
Monday, 16 July 2012 04:56
You have made it, to the big “Five-O”,
Born and raised, many ages ago.
Tried to influence at least a million,
Mirror succeeded, only one civilian.
Now at fifty, you might need a cane,
Trade it for your aging brain.
Cannot decipher, without reading glasses,
All those discounted, subway passes.
Adult diapers, you must invest,
Extra layers we suggest.
So many candles, on that cake,
If you count, I won’t stay awake.
Don’t worry you’re not losing your mind,
If you forget, I’ll try to remind.
After fifty years; still immature,
Unfortunately, they don’t have a cure.