Old At Thirty Poem by Cowboy Ron Williams
Old At Thirty
Never trust anyone over thirty.
That's what the hippies used to say
back in the day.
When I turned thirty,
I suddenly felt very old.
I moped around the bunkhouse
for weeks and weeks.
Eventually I got over it.
Turning forty didn't bother me,
and neither did fifty.
Sixty was no trouble at all,
and seventy was the same.
Eighty kinda makes me wince a little bit.
It's just a photo I found on the internet.
A very entertaining write. Fun and witty lines on aging crafted with ease and cleverness. Liked reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 12:25:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Looks like Benny Hilo’s dad! ! ! Great poem pard.
Thanks for commenting, Smoky, but who the heck is Benny Hilo? Pardon my ignorance...