Poem for Jen

A mutual friend of my brother and I had her 25th birthday on Sunday; she is a quarter of a century old now! I wrote her a poem that was inspired by a sojourn in “the office”; the most distinguished piece of furniture in my “office” is a white, shiny chair. This one is for you Jen!

Happy Birthday Jen, Twenty five is quite the feat; I still can’t imagine how you are still on your feet!

You are halfway up the hill of life, which is quite far, a quarter of a century past and still more to go. But, don’t worry, the going won’t be as slow.

You will begin to notice that a war will soon start; beginning on your face and advancing to your heart. Wrinkles will begin to invade and etch deep trenches on your face, and soon they will take permanent positions all over the place!

Gravity begins to pull stronger with every year more; mathematically speaking it pulls at a quantity plus four!

Your limbs will get heavy and will ache to move; you will wonder what happened to your youthful groove!

Things begin to soften and sag, but don’t worry; this isn’t the drag.

Your hair will turn gray reflecting your age; this doesn’t mean that you have become a wise old sage.

The clincher is when you begin to lose your mind; this is the one that is really the grind!

All in all, your youth is now done; wasted and cheated on things that were somewhat fun.

How do you feel now that you are getting old and gray? Do you feel youthful happy and gay? (not by sexual orientation)I hope not, because you are old, old, OLD, but apart from all that, happy birthday.