50th Birthday Poem

TimSteed - January 25, 2026

The Big Five-Oh: A Poem of Survival

At fifty, you wake up with mystery aches,
You swear you did nothing, yet everything breaks,
You bend down once, and you ponder life’s choices…
Then stay down a moment till your spine rejoices.

Your memory now plays a fun little game,
You walk into rooms and forget why you came,
You misplace your keys, your phone, and your glasses…
(They’re usually found on your head, or in passes.)

But fifty brings perks, so don’t pout or groan,
You’ve earned the right to judge loudly and moan,
You nap like a champion, you’ve mastered the sigh…
And you’re fabulous still, just don’t stand up too high.