45 and still alive
How quickly did this age arrive
Down the hill I swiftly drive
Both joy and sorrow I derive
Rhymes for you I now contrive
For humor on this big day strive
But far from me to e'er deprive
My little ones some evening jive
So headlong in my folly dive
And recognize the fact that I've
Great prosody on which I thrive
That weary souls might I revive
Yes, 45 and still alive
How quickly did this age arrive
But matters not, for Christ's alive
And shall I evermore survive
