The day that you turn fifty-one
You may feel that you've been hit-and-run
If you need perspective
Just take this directive
Your journey's just barely begun.

Your birthday's here, what, fifty-two?
Your loved ones ( or good friends) would like to tell you
That you're holding up well
So kindly don't dwell
On the past when your future's not through.
Our birthday girl(guy) is fifty-two
A great opportunity you
Won't want to miss
So join us in this,
Party for our motley crew.
Our birthday girl(boy) is fifty-three
We were hoping that you would be free
To climb in your car
And come just as you are
For a casual party soiree.
The day that you turn fifty-four
Sign up at the gym, you've a chore
To work on your health
For that's your true wealth
And enjoy all the good things in store.
Our birthday girl(boy) is fifty-four
But anyway, who's keeping score?
It's a chance for a shindig
So come take a spin and dig
In on gourmet food galore.
Happy Birthday! So you're fifty-five?
That's nothing, I've been there, and I've
Got a wish here for you
Be a child again, who
Feels the wonder of being alive.
Our birthday girl(boy) is fifty-six
So let's all get together and mix
Oh, the fat we will chew
With a good wine or brew
And the doldrums that we'll eighty-six!
Are those candles just little pinpricks
All them shouting that you're fifty-six?
Vacate more, be less thrifty
The decade of fifty
Improves you! Those years are upticks.
Such an odd year, that strange fifty-seven
Is still good excuse for some leaven
Of fun for the taking
So join us in making
The neighbors believe we're stone-deaf then.
Fifty-eight, take a break, turn around
See the structures you've built that have crowned
A richly lived life
So smile, take this knife,
Cut the cake, and we'll pass it around.
Our birthday girl(guy/boy) is fifty-eight
That's cause enough to celebrate
So come to our house
And help the guy(girl) grouse
About "The Big 0" on her(his) plate.
Those birthdays which end in a nine
Are hard ones, so join us this time
To honor our hero
Next year's ends in zero
She'll (he'll) be under the covers, supine.
The day you become fifty-nine
Enjoy it! You're marking the time
When you'll wake up sixty
Those round numbers hurt, we
Advise you to note the time-line.
Fifty-nine? You've a year to re-tool
Reinvent yourself! There's lots to do
This year it's your project
To make you the object
Of care and not just a pack-mule.
Hope you enjoyed the fifties set!
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