It’s just another day to most of you
I move from one day in November to
the next and, poof!, I now must suddenly
tell everyone my age is fifty three.

Goodbye, familiar age of fifty two
It seems I’ve had enough of being you
Instead I’m moving on to fifty three
I think that it might get the best of me.

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