I am going to be ten
jolly well cries my grand-daughter.
I am going to be twenty
cries my nephew with joy.
I would be thirty plus
beams my son with pride.
I am turning forty
tells my brother softly.
I am on my way to fifty
speaks my cousin meekly.
Well, I would be sixty soon
say I demurely .
Well as the age goes
the people grow
so do their voice show
from high to low
with a mellow
that be the go
as years flow
taking us nearer to the grave
turning stoic and brave.