Fifty Years Young Poem by Ivan Brooks Sr

Fifty Years Young



This day is like a big dream
Fiftieth birthday is today's byword
Blessed is the man inside me
For this life, I thank you Lord
Then confirms a quick look at myself
I look classic but I was graying
Just a mere shadow of youth left
My middle age stomach growing
A milestone I must proudly own
So blessed to be gracefully aging
Signs this beautiful life is winding now

This day is a very special day
Cute and old is part of God's grace
Thank you Lord for my long stay
A look tells me many are outta the race
The old me is slower but yet I march
With Still much of my beautiful mind left
I can pen spoken words sitting on a yacht
Signs that right now I'm living the best life.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: aging
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Age is nothing but number...How you feel matters most!
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Ivan Brooks Sr

Ivan Brooks Sr

Monrovia, Liberia
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