You Hit Fifty-Four Poem by Tony Avila Sampson

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;