50 - A POEM

Basra

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On Midnight the 27th of January I turn 50!
On the dot of the clock i turn Golden,
Half a Century of life spent,
With or Without equivocation.
Solemnly should i give Lent?
But though at least it is NOT 60.
Still, where has the years GONE?
What have i DONE?
Or AM i UNDONE?
What have i gained?
OR Wisdom & Weight- regained?
Years of living without receipt.
Flying away like a Magical Arabian carpet.
Did you hear me? I turned 50!
100 Minus 50 equals 50!!! So OLD?
No? Red velvet Star Carpet?
Yes? Finally slayed the Serpent.
Dear Forlorn Youth- Soooooo Long.
Salute to you my dear Sage Bash!
Unyouthfully Good Morn;
May you & your next 50s be blessedly Gold!
 
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