Choose a 50th Birthday Poem

50th birthday messages
Do you think sharing a 50th birthday poem is a good idea?

I think it’s a GREAT idea. That is, if the person is turning 50. Ok bad joke:)

Over The Hill

You’re over the hill,
So take a pill.
Aches and pains,
Always complains.

Supermarket clothes,
Everyone knows.
Children’s taxi service,
Won’t make you nervous.

Youth of old age,
Demand the best wage.
Relax and chill,
You’re over the hill.

By Martin Dejnicki

Last year, I gave “Over The Hill” to my mother. She absolutely loved it. She framed the 50th birthday poem and proudly placed it on her wall. I just changed children’s taxi service to grandchildren’s taxi service in the second stanza. I placed the birthday poem inside this unique Over the Hill Birthday Basket I bought online.

Here’s a 50th birthday poem that will generate laughter and smiles. Enjoy!

At 50

Empathy, the greatest virtue of all,
Memorable situations to recall.
Have no shame, if you don’t know,
With humble honesty, you will glow.

Odds of keeping, an open mind,
Same as waistline, that is kind.
Actions stronger than words,
Don’t need to follow the herds.

Never gave up, on your kids,
Learned to pick, the right forbids.
Finally, the puzzle came together,
You survived intensive weather.

By Martin Dejnicki

The birthday poems you just read mentions a few traits that fifty year olds learned or acquired over the years.

Do you agree? If you think I should add or change something, let me know:)

Fifty To Remember

Happy birthday, time for reflection,
All those years, journeys collection.
Fifty years, cease to serve,
Unwind; and simply observe.

Special memories, certainly share,
We shall listen, and compare.
Forgotten photos; recollect,
With curious eyes, let us inspect.

A life you chose, we won’t judge,
Smile exuberance, or we shall nudge.
Flew by, in the first half,
In the second, might need a staff.

By Martin Dejnicki

The next 50th birthday poem may be shared with anyone with a big sense of humor. Ideally, with someone who is still quite immature, (like my aunt Teresa). Well, this birthday poem is for you Teresa. Thank you for making all of us laugh so much, over the years. Now it’s your turn:)

Big “Five-O”

You have made it, to the big “Five-O”,
Born and raised, many ages ago.
Tried to influence at least a million,
Mirror succeeded, only one civilian.

Now at fifty, you might need a cane,
Trade it for your aging brain.
Cannot decipher, without reading glasses,
All those discounted, subway passes.

Adult diapers, you must invest,
Extra layers we suggest.
So many candles, on that cake,
If you count, I won’t stay awake.

Don’t worry you’re not losing your mind,
If you forget, I’ll try to remind.
After fifty years; still immature,
Unfortunately, they don’t have a cure.

By Martin Dejnicki

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