Turning 40

Turning 40

The day has come, the time is here,

The occasion filled with dread.

The next zero birthday has arrived,

My heart feels just like lead.

A brand new decade, scary stuff,

I'm no longer a "young pup",

'Cos from today I'm expected to

Act like a real grown-up.

The clothes shop now will be a 'mare,

My wardrobe is a sham

As all the trendy stuff I own

Screams "mutton dressed as lamb".

Apparently life begins at it - 

At least that's what is said;

But my visions of being 40

Involve grey hair and mid-life spread.

Others say it's "over the hill"; 

A lot of sense that makes.

But in this car on life's short journey

They've not fitted the brakes.

I will try to forget all this

And face things with a smile,

But truthfully, deep down in my heart

I'm totally in denial.

I guess I'm still the same old me

Who likes to have much fun.

Ach, forget being an ageing forty,

I'll always be twenty-one!