I am 50 years old, it is true.
I am slightly depressed to be ageing
Though it has it's advantages too.
At 50 you can say what you're thinking,
And pretend you just haven't a clue,
You can wear what is cosy and comfy
With elastic and stretchiness too.
You can say "NO" when you don't feel like helping,
You can say "Yes" when you fancy a bun.
You can look at your waist as it's spreading
And it doesn't at all spoil your fun.
If you're lucky, you may be a Gramma
If you are, then you're blessed beyond words,
You can look and then see that the old stuff
That you though of as fun's for the birds.
All that angst about what seemed important
Is all gone when you start to get old
And the truly important in life things
Are quite clearly and preciously gold.
I am richer then ever I had been,
With my daughter and 5 lovely boys,
Oh and don't forget Josh and my Lola
Because they are the real route of all joys.
I am happy to be half a hundred,
I quite like being me at this stage,
I don't mind being old and quite creaky
I think 50's a marvellous age.