Just Another Number! Poem by Dawn Ferrett

I've seen a few birthdays come and go
And I hope to endure a few more,
But at my age, I can't help but question it all.
Just what is a birthday for?

When I was a child I looked forward to them.
It was exciting to guess what I'd get.
But now that I'm old, I don't feel that same thrill.
It's just something I'd sooner forget.

Another year older means nearer the grave!
And I know I'm not ready to go.
So why keep on counting the years as they pass?
That's what I'm wanting to know.

So I'll stop having birthdays at all from now on.
After all I don't feel my real age,
And knowing time's passed is no comfort at all.
I'm just nearer the old-timer stage!

You're only as old as you feel, so they say,
And I don't feel old at all.
Birthdays prove nothing - I'm still in my prime!
Stop counting! I'm having a ball! ! !