Now that you hit fifty-four,
Kick up them heels until you're sore,
Have some fun, swing open the door,
Dance away and ware out the floor;
Have your fun while you can,
To grow old you do understand,
That life's no more a disneyland,
When it gets hard to see with a shakey hand;
Needing a cane just to stand,
To find diapers in great demand,
While looking the age of secondhand,
Movement gets slow like in quicksand;
Those are the days you will abhor,
So enjoy the ones you can still adore,
Cause you're not as young as once before,
Yet still you're not a dinosaur;
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