It's my 50th birthday, oh my God
But why's that a surprise, that's like surprise
At day following night, bad after good
Why be so naive, why not be more wise
To keep life alive, we make sure it dies
Or rather, the universe does. It's fine
Those are the terms of life, we grow, we rise
To a peak, then we head towards decline
But look at it this way, we can remind
Ourselves so many times of times we had
Of times that youngsters read about, our eyes
And ears and bodies lived through, a gold mine
Of memories, yet we still never get bored
The art of life continues to be ours
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