At 48 Poem by Alistair Stewart

Birthday Thoughts at 48


Last year I was forty, (or perhaps a few years more)
And wondered where the years had gone and why my joints were sore
My age just doesn’t register, I’m still so young at heart
I see kids playing football and I want to be a part

I joke about my balding head as though it isn’t me
I glimpse a passing mirror and deny what I can see
And those around are younger, but then so too am I
Until it comes to social stuff when all I hear is ‘Bye’

Time force-marches all of us along the paths we tread
Some are way behind me and some are up ahead
Our lives are short but shorter still are times that us smile
So live each hour like it’s your last, we have but just a while