Yes, I have many other poems that I have written at my half century mark. I must have something to do late at night after taking my Milk of Magnesia, rubbing Ben Gay on my extremities, and wallowing in despair. I have many of these . . . more than anyone should be exposed to. But here are a few of the better ones. You other old people out there can, I hope, identify with my plight.
I'm just an average guy, it's true--
And older now with sockets shifty,
Grayer, weirder, way-past-new
As I enter the decade of fifty.
I'm still the same as I was before:
Crazy, forgetful, crafty and nifty.
I still don't shut the bathroom door,
But you'll have to forgive me . . . I'm fifty.