Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
On your 30th birthday, let's raise a toast,
No more burgers, you'll miss them the most.
Less delightful French croissants to eat,
More salads now, oh joy, what a treat!
Nightlife dwindles, slippers excite,
In bed by ten 'cause that feels right.
Reaching thirty isn’t too bleak,
It’s just more naps and veggies your body seeks!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
At thirty, dining out's rare treat,
More sauteing in the stove's fierce heat.
Once just boiling water was your fare,
Now you juggle pans with flair.
Belly laughs replace youthful dreams,
It's like fitting into old jeans, it seems.
Life's half comedy and part remorse,
Welcome to the thirties, of course!
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Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
On the birthday of thirty years,
A party erupted, full of cheers.
Laughter rang and corks did fly,
Till suddenly there rose a cry.
Babies bawled, their faces beet,
Marking swiftly, you retreat.
Happy birthday's final scene,
It was charming chaos, yet serene.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Adventured through your twenties, all wild and free,
Now you're thirty with someone to answer to, oh gee!
Where once you sipped cocktails under a single sunbeam,
You're now navigating a spouse's complicated regime.
Where did your freedom go - up in smoke?
Nope, just traded for love’s sweet yoke.
The new decade rings with the wedding band's chime,
Welcome to 30, dear friend of mine!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Turning thirty while doing the corporate ladder climb,
Work hours stacking tall, robbing your time.
Emails chatter, work demands in prime,
A beach chair calls with calmness, oh so sublime.
Surf meets sand in a sunlit dance,
Yet here you are, in a spreadsheet trance.
Daydreaming of a fine Hawaiian expanse,
As another year sneaks past without a chance.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
On your 30th birthday, you bid adieu,
To roaring engines and skies so blue.
Swapped your Harley for a treadmill with delight,
Now you're running rubber each night.
No more leather jackets, wind in your hair,
Pounding a treadmill in your underwear!
From two wheels free, to stationary flight,
Exchanging horsepower, oh whose right?
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
30th birthday paints your hair with specks of grey,
No more bike rides at dawn, much to your dismay.
Freeway frenzy honking horns plays the tune,
Traded saddle for four wheels, wishing it ends soon.
Cycling shorts retired, now a tie so spiffy,
Humor me, is 30 really just this nifty?
While clutching the steering wheel as knuckles ache,
Oh, to be 20-something a feeling you can't shake.
