Here is to time that passes!
My life went through the hourglass.
I did wake up on the other side,
Feeling washed down by the tide
Here is to the first fine lines
Those that are there to stay,
To mark my face like clay,
The first signs of my decline.
Here is to ill health and death!
I know you are watching me.
In time I shall be ready for thee
kinda don’t hold your breath
I raise my glass to you all
Because I am not done yet
30 is the new 15, and in all,
who knows where life will take me next.
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