Hell Yeah Fifty

I wrote this poem for our friend Jim’s fiftieth. I turned fifty in December and this pretty much sums up how I feel about it:

 

Hell Yeah Fifty

Look at that strutter,
swaying like he’s got no matters,
That mother-fucker must be
Fifty.

Look at him go, like his life is a show,
yeah,
there’s no doubt in my mind that guy’s
Fifty.

Tall, long and lean,
there are things he has seen,
he doesn’t mean to look mean,
he’s just Fifty.

Fifty came fast,
crept up on his ass,
there’s no need to smoke grass,
he’s already relaxed
because he’s Fifty.

He might look like he’s drifting,
but he’s done some soul sifting,
and now he’s slow shifting
into Fifty.

He’s kissed an infant on the forehead,
helped an old person out of their bed,
he’s played house, he’s played spouse,
he’s played can you find the louse.
And now here he is:
Fifty.

Fifty’s cool, Fifty’s strong.
Just look and you’ll see there’s nothing wrong
with Five: upright shoulders, straight back, curved belly.
And that Zero,
no mistake, it’s a circle, fully connected.
Like that guy,
been around.

Look at him go,
that big five-O.
Where are you going, man?
We all want to know.

Hey, Fifty!
You are fine, you are divine!!!
You look swell!
You wear it well!
Hell, yeah,
you are Fifty.

 

For all of you turning fifty this year (and beyond), I encourage you to embrace the awesomeness. Tell me your fine fifty stories in comments!

 

 

13 Comments

  1. Marcy B. Freedman February 6, 2014 10:00 am Reply

    As usual, taking a break from my usual routines to read a story or a poem by Jeannie is so . . . .many things! Often, reading Jeannie’s work leaves me with food for thought and nourishment for the soul. In the case of this particular poem, the consequences are just as important — I am smiling.
    Thanks for making art, Jeannie, and sharing it.
    Fondly,
    Marcy

  2. Ronise Stiefelmann February 6, 2014 10:40 am Reply

    Thanks for the poem! The laugh I need it!
    Ronise

  3. Phebe February 6, 2014 1:21 pm Reply

    I turned 50 but i didnt get the swagger I need to find me some.

  4. Julie February 6, 2014 6:12 pm Reply

    Read it and weep you poor souls who are still in your 40s or lowly 30s…perfect as always, JMZ.

  5. lyd February 6, 2014 8:29 pm Reply

    My 50 turn
    lacked afterburn
    only because
    I am still on fire!
    HaHa!

  6. Bets February 7, 2014 11:50 am Reply

    I loved it! Thanks a lot,

  7. Sara February 7, 2014 12:05 pm Reply

    Cool poem, but let me tell you 50 aint’t nothin, I got 60 creeping up like a mugger.

  8. Jana February 7, 2014 7:31 pm Reply

    I may not be 50 but I loved this poem Jeannie! Thanks for making 50 so enticing. I read it to my boyfriend who just turned 54 and he was feeling it too…. XO

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