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Over the Hill Poems

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I've been writing verses
For 60 years...phew!
And d'yer know why I did it?
T'was especially for you

Jon Bratton

Over the Hill Poems

Can your failing mind still recall
We learned times tables, off by heart, 
We watched 2 channeled TV, with no remote, or color
And played Stirling Moss, in a home-made cart



Shops were closed every Sunday
We recorded Perry Como on a reel to reel
Chomped on bread, dipped in 'heart attack' dripping 
Healthier, though, than a 'Happy Meal'

We played with melted tar on cobbled streets
Our shoes were cobbled, not thrown away
We were poor as church mice, but very happy
Then, every child was described as gay

Remember duffle coats and balaclavas
White dog poo and chimney soot
Frozen Jubblys and farthing black jacks
We gnawed on twigs called licorice root 

No namby pamby health and safety
Toilet tissue nor central heating
We kids weren't wrapped in cotton wool
If we misbehaved, we took a beating

But now over the hill, we're kept alive
By bypass, transplant, potion and pill
We're fond of the young kids of today
Just not on our side of the hill

Today, on your XYth birthday 
Get out your stuff for a right old strut
And even if you can no longer drive
Take comfort that you can still putt

Jon Bratton 2011

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Over the Hill Poems is the very place for witty and pithy things to say to your decrepit pals who are ageing before your very eyes. This covers the birthdays of 30 years old thru to 80th and beyond 




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A Song, the words follow and you can see the YouTube here

Once you were a young man,
But now you are old - you're over the hill.
And you can't cross the palm of time's hand
With silver and gold to make him stand still.

Who could have possibly thought
It would go so fast, but it certainly did.
And now you find yourself caught
With less future than past - you're no longer a kid.

Once, as a boy, time weighed heavy on your hands -
You couldn't wait to be a man.

Now you cry - oh, it's so hard to laugh,
And you can't understand why you can't turn time around.
Your hourglass once had a top half
That was filled full of sand, but it's all trickled down.

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Here's a nice quote for use in a birthday card for someone 'over the hill'

Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play

Opening lines to The Tower of Song by Leonard Cohen
(Also recorded by Tom Jones) 

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Here now are poems I wrote to rhyme with all the numbers from 1 to 9 so are appropriate for anyone aged between 31 and 99

When you were young
Your experiences were next to none
You couldn't wait 
Till you were 31 (or 41, 51, 61)

You expected there'd 
Be many gains
And there are
Stiffness, Tiredness, Aches and Pains

Party hearty
With as much gusto
As you can musto

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When you were young
You thought it true
That you'd be the finished article 
When you were 42 (or 32, 52, 62)

You expected there'd 
Be many gains
And there are
Stiffness, Tiredness, Aches and Pains

Party hearty
With as much gusto
As you can musto

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When you were young
You thought you'd be
Approaching magnificent
When you were 53 (or 33, 43, 63)

You expected there'd 
Be many gains
And there are
Stiffness, Tiredness, Aches and Pains

Party hearty
With as much gusto
As you can musto

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When you were young
You thought, to the core
That you'd be approaching magnificent
When you were 54 (or 34, 44, 64)

You expected there'd 
Be many gains
And there are
Stiffness, Tiredness, Aches and Pains

Party hearty
With as much gusto
As you can musto

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When you were young
You thought you'd be alive
And approaching magnificent
When you were 55 (or 35, 45, 65)

You expected there'd 
Be many gains
And there are
Stiffness, Tiredness, Aches and Pains

Party hearty
With as much gusto
As you can musto

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When you were young
You thought you'd know all the tricks
And be on the top of your game
When you were 56 (or 36, 46, 66)

You expected there'd 
Be many gains
And there are
Stiffness, Tiredness, Aches and Pains

Party hearty
With as much gusto
As you can musto

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When you were young
You thought life was heaven
And you'd be close to magnificent
When you were 57 (or 37, 47, 67)

You expected there'd 
Be many gains
And there are
Stiffness, Tiredness, Aches and Pains

Party hearty
With as much gusto
As you can musto

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When you were young
You couldn't wait
Until the day
You reached 58 (or 38, 48, 68)

You expected there'd 
Be many gains
And there are
Stiffness, Tiredness, Aches and Pains

Party hearty
With as much gusto
As you can musto

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When you were young
Everything was fine
But you sometimes yearned
To be 59 (or 39, 49, 69)

You expected there'd 
Be many gains
And there are
Stiffness, Tiredness, Aches and Pains

Party hearty
With as much gusto
As you can musto

Jon Bratton 2011

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"Getting Old Is Not Amusing" by Stephanie Henkel is very good. Google and ye shall find

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Here's the link to our Birthday Site Map where you'll find more over the hill poems than you can shake a stick at

Loads of Over the Hill Poems 

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