This is fifty.
It might be quite nifty.
Time can feel a little shifty.
I’m starting a new half-century.
This is puns and dad jokes.
Eat some eggs, even with yolks.
Try new foods, watch my diet.
Don’t love loud noises—keep it quiet.
This is pickleball, Mah Jongg.
Can’t stay up late, can’t wait too long.
Try to be in bed by ten.
Wake up and do it all again.
This is pain in muscles I forgot.
Daydreams of owning a yacht.
Sail away, forget real life.
Still home in time to eat with my wife.
This is reconnecting with old friends.
Not sure where the story ends.
Frequent trips down memory lane.
Still don’t want to be young again.
This is gray hair and cracked skin.
Happiest I’ve ever been.
Saturday night dates at the grocery store.
Life still feels far from a bore.
This is skipping TikTok and Snapchat.
Turns out I’m fine with that.
Try new things, take some classes.
I can’t read without my glasses.
This is the big five-oh.
The next phase I’ll get to know.
A new, older version of me.
And the person I’m meant to be.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 7:48 PM UTC
This is fifty.
It might be quite nifty.
Time can feel a little shifty.
I’m starting a new half-century.
This is puns and dad jokes.
Eat some eggs, even with yolks.
Try new foods, watch my diet.
Don’t love loud noises—keep it quiet.
This is pickleball, Mah Jongg.
Can’t stay up late, can’t wait too long.
Try to be in bed by ten.
Wake up and do it all again.
This is pain in muscles I forgot.
Daydreams of owning a yacht.
Sail away, forget real life.
Still home in time to eat with my wife.
This is reconnecting with old friends.
Not sure where the story ends.
Frequent trips down memory lane.
Still don’t want to be young again.
This is gray hair and cracked skin.
Happiest I’ve ever been.
Saturday night dates at the grocery store.
Life still feels far from a bore.
This is skipping TikTok and Snapchat.
Turns out I’m fine with that.
Try new things, take some classes.
I can’t read without my glasses.
This is the big five-oh.
The next phase I’ll get to know.
A new, older version of me.
And the person I’m meant to be.
A poem about turning fiftyand settling into the life that comes with it.