My? birthday is too darned near!
I'm dreading that day, let me make it clear.
When I was younger I had no clue
That age would change my point of view.
I thought I'd lick the fear of age
And gracefully turn life's yearly page.
It was easy when my book was small.
I could simply ignore life's aging call.
I walked along at my chosen stride.
Unaware of the fact that I would one day hide
my face in dismay of the brutal truth.
I'm what sages consider getting long of the tooth!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.