KURT AT 39

By Papaw

Buck up ole Kurt and don’t you whine,

Just because you’re thirty-nine.

You can take it on the chin,

And next year do it all again.

With this fib, there is no sin.

And none will know your 4x10.

So every year just look the same.

That’s the way you play the game.

Youth’s not lost in distant past,

Cause thirty-nine can be a blast.

These aren’t the years of your decline,

Just because you’re thirty-nine.

Stand up straight and stand up tall.

And thirty-nine will be a ball.

Life’s experiences now combine.

For life begins at thirty-nine.

Each year wiser you’ll arrive.

Until the day you’re fifty-five.

Then this new age you will flout.

Cause seniors get a big discount.