My Life by Tens
Up to Age One? Cares had I none.
At age ten? Pretty zen.
Then at twenty? Zip aplenty.
Turning thirty? Feeling flirty.
Nearing forty? Lithe and sporty.
Turning Fifty? Bali’s nifty.
Big six-oh? More oats to sow.
Big seven-oh? One year to go.
(Click first photo to enlarge and see years. Hover to just see years.)
The prompt today was “FIfty.” This was all I could come up with.