When I was ten
I was well beyond the pen
but I still tended to rattle
and the conflict was quite a battle

When I was twenty
I drank my beer aplenty
but still got through college
but, with a minimum of knowledge

When I was thirty
I met a girl who was purty
married with kids
a New Year’s eve banging lids

When I was forty
I thought I was rather sporty
wearing snazzy jackets
and ties that made a racket

When I was fifty
I was still pretty nifty
grey hair, quite dignified
but a belly growing wide

When I was sixty
I was somewhat betwixty
was I young or old
I was never told

Now that I’m seventy
I am becoming benty
arthritic pain
and worse in the rain