Fifty Sense
Monday, August 9, 2010
A Penny for your....
As fifty approached, he grew filled with despair…
…For He hadn’t an idea, of what He might wear!
As closets were not, a place for he…
He looked to the world, for how to be.
He sought out his look, and a fit to define…
…He checked in the stores, and He searched on line.
And though freedom came, with his birthday suit…
…. plus a hat, cuz’ his hair, would no longer take root!
Still….
…. He worried he might, no longer appear cute!
All around him each day, his friends would say…
“You look great for your age, come have fun, let’s play!”
Then it smacked him at fifty, He had unsurpassed flair…
….He’d been clad, in the finest of styles out there!
While busy counting pennies, till it got him quite tense…
…He’d forgotten one add, to make fifty sense.
“It’s not the clothes”, He grasped, “or the money one spends!”
”I’ve been dressed all along, in my fabulous friends!”
So this is the part….
….where this story transcends!
Now fifty, He counts alliance, like valuable coins…
….to be held in his hands, with the friends that he joins.
So, this small little token, fifty cents, a half dollar….
….is because of your friendship, that I’ll never feel squalor.
Thank you for making sense of my fifty….
….I feel like a million dollars!