Fifty Poem by Brady Scott

I turned fifty this year and it doesn't seem real
The face in the mirror conflicts with how old I feel.
The male pattern baldness - the bags under my eyes,
The grey hairs in my goatee are no longer a surprise.

Half a century gone, it just won't sink in!
As I ride the grandkids scooter down the street,
and into the neighbours wheelie bin.
A grazed elbow, scraped shins and a grin upon my face
I see the adults look of scorn, as I fall all over the place.

Five fun filled decades, but I can feel it in my knees
Running around this sandy beach, with my kite in the summer breeze, or skidding along the icy path
Whilst trying not to fall. I'll show all the grandkids
I'm the daftest grandad of them all.

WOW! This year it was the big five zero
But deep in my heart I still want to be a teenage
Mutant ninja turtle hero.
I still love Lego and playing my Nintendo Wii
But I know that now I've turned fifty
It'll soon be the prostate exam for me.

As you can tell I still feel young
And show it as much as I can
But I just can't fool father time
As he sets me up with the Sunlife
Over fifty plan.

To sum things up, I will get old
But I won't be doing it tastefully.
Because I totally refuse to grow the funk up
So I'll continue to act disgracefully.