That I will ask? ? ?
When one is 50 or 80
Any who I'm going to celebrate me
The day of my birth I love birthdays
They don't roll around that often
It's not about presents it's about celebrating me
I hope I live to be a ripe ole age
The stories I will tell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem here Leah. When does one stop counting birthdays indeed?