Bother get over it you’re not my age! Hypothetically speaking you were born in 51 and I in 52. Enjoy your day yeah you can have your cake and eat it too…Wanda thinks you’re old enough.
Today you celebrate another year and say you’re twenty-nine
Get over it my brother you’re age is not like mine.
We are not twin and hypothetically it can not be
So stop going around telling lies and saying you’re as old as me.
I know it’s hard and right now you’re feeling in a bind
But there’s no way on this world that you’re actually twenty-nine.
So let face it,
Accept it,
Realize it
That’s years come and go
And yes they let you know.
It shouldn’t feel bad turning thirty in fact wipe off that frown
Turn those thoughts around.
today you celebrate another year and think you’re twenty-nine
Get over it my brother you age is not like mine.
I hope I put a smile on your face
Because I know your real age.
And it’s not twenty-nine like me
But if that’s the way you want it, I’ll simply let it be.
Dedicated to my brother who like me decided he rather turn back the hands of time and stay at twenty-nine!
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