The longer we live, the more that we learn. And yet it's surprising the way that things turn. You're settling in with your newlywed wife, Then she emails the world that you're nearing mid-life. I'm sure she's terrific, but it seems kind of cold, To go telling all of your friends that you're old. I mean, there you are, getting wed in your skirt, And suddenly, boom, you're older than dirt. Dumber than dirt, yes, but older? No chance, People that age don't recall how to dance. 50 years old? That just doesn't seem fair, Though I did see some traces of gray in your hair…. People that vintage complain about their knees, Instead of cavorting around amongst the trees. But you, Rock, remind me more of my students, Without all their bad attitude and impudence. I just can't believe that it's been half a century, You still seem so goofy and young and adventury. I hope that the semicentennial of your birth, Is marked with great parties and drinking and mirth! So celebrate early but don't cross the line, Cuz people your age usually crash about nine. Doug Shaw, Esq.