When I was small and very young
And oh so busy having fun,
I never gave a thought
To turning 30.

And as a shy teenager
I did not, you well can wager,
Turn my thoughts from men and boys
To turning 30

At 21, and in my prime,
I simply couldn’t take the time
To contemplate a thing
Like turning 30.

Age 25 caused me to pause,
Between my thoughts of men and jobs,
To think that soon I’d have to face
My turning 30.

I’ve two more years now left to go
Before I feel the heavy blow
Of my mortality
And turning 30.

Somehow that age, it seems to me,
Is half-way to eternity.
You’re neither young nor old
When you turn 30.

It’s an age of in-between
When wrinkles now start to be seen;
A time for slowing down
When you turn 30.

It’s all downhill now, I say,
And ever will I rue the day
I start to lie about my age
When I turn 30.

I guess when I hit 50 years,
I then will say, through useless tears,
I miss that glorious day
When I turned 30.