Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
On your 55th birthday, you've gained some mass,
Can't see your shoes since time has passed.
Bending over feels like a big request,
Laughing at it might be the best.
No worries my friend, it's not a crime,
To enjoy every bite at mealtime.
Being bigger just gives others more to love,
You're still like an adorable morning dove.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
On your 55th birthday around the sun,
A little less hair, but much more fun.
Your scalp might shudder and mourn,
While arm hair grows and cheerily adorns.
No fear! says the funny 55-year old sage,
Arm hairs show wisdom of a certain age.
Don’t complain, it ain’t so dire,
Congrats on your new hairy attire!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Creak, moan, and groan, your knees announce,
On this your 55th year, each step they pronounce.
Stairs once a choice, now an unfair game,
When there's an elevator so near to proclaim.
No more race for the topmost stair,
Elevator buttons call out with care.
To climb or ride is your new plight,
On this your 55th birthright!
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Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Happy 55th birthday, no more uphill fights,
Now your challenges are checkers on sweet nights.
Sweating and groaning ascents, you must trade,
For the simple joy of a checkerboard game played.
Huffs and puffs traded for King me! cheers,
Celebrating this transition of many years.
So here’s to you on this grand day,
In checkers as in life, may you always find your way!
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
On the occasion of your 55th birthday year,
Don't worry if answers don't instantly appear.
Pondering isn't a sign you're a bit slow,
Or that your mental wheels need a tow.
It's just wisdom showing its ageless power,
Unfolding insights at every hour.
So raise your glass, laugh out and cheer,
At 55, your life keeps revolving, it is so clear.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
At the grand birthday of fifty-five, it's no myth,
In your heart and your hips, you still desire to dance the twist.
Grey hair may be sprouting, but on this birthday scene,
You'll boogie so wild, they'll think you're seventeen.
Older years may have come, but your rhythm's not lost,
Your spirit's still young, though your joints know the cost.
So here's to your fifty-five, full of laughter and mirth,
We'll all be there cheering as you keep swinging your girth.
