Twenty-Nine

Although I know its just a number,
when it comes around it's still a bummer.
It's conceded but I know I'm fine,
though I'm turning twenty-nine.

Birthdays, birthdays come and go,
people make such a show.
Even though I have no fear,
I'll be thirty, in just one year.

I'm still alive, one year older,
cocky, arrogant, and much bolder.
My body's shot, my back, my eyes,
but now I know, I'm old and wise.