It's The Best Year
Poet: Catherine PulsiferForty candles, oh what a sight,
You could light up the room—no need for a light!
But don’t you worry, don’t you fret,
You're not old... well, not just yet!
Wrinkles? Nah, they add some charm,
And wisdom comes—so no alarm!
Metabolism? A little slow,
But cake still calls, so let it go!
Your back might ache, your knees may pop,
But you're still dancing—just maybe not hip-hop!
Forgetful? Oh, don’t despair,
You walked in the room… now why are you there?
So happy birthday, let’s raise a cheer,
Forty’s not old—it’s the best year!
May laughter fill your every day,
And joy be with you all the way!
Turning 40
Poet: Catherine PulsiferTurning 40 brings wisdom they say,
But let’s not forget the perks that come our way.
Gray hairs and wrinkles may start to show,
But hey, we’ve earned them, so off we go!
No more wasted hours on fickle crazes,
We wear stretchy pants without any gazes.
We leave excuses behind, no need to pretend,
At 40, my friend, life’s just beginning again!
Turning 40 – Handle with Care
Poet: Catherine PulsiferI went to bed feeling just fine,
Woke up with a back out of line!
Did I run? Did I fall? What did I do?
Nope—just slept the whole night through!
A sneeze once was nothing, no cause for alarm,
Now it’s a battle—I might sprain my arm!
A simple stretch? Oh, what a joke,
Next thing you know, my hip just broke!
Forty’s not old, or so they all say,
But why does my body feel this way?
I laugh and I smile, though I might groan,
Thankful at least, I’ve not yet turned stone!
Vintage Person
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, ©2019Oh, how awful finding a gray hair!
A sign that youth is vanishing into thin air.
I laughed at others, thinking it couldn't be,
But now I find one staring right back at me.
Am I not still as cool as can be?
This single strand declares my MVP -
Most Vintage Person, as you can clearly see!
Time To Fess Up
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, ©2012Today is your birthday,
And there is something I must say,
It's time to confess your age,
As we all can see, you've gone grey.
You can no longer continue to say,
You're in your twenties, they have definitely peaked.
It's time to fess up to the truth,
You're Forty, let's hear the shriek!!
Forty isn't so bad,
Well, that's what I have heard.
I'd like to say I understand,
But unlike you, I'm still a young bird.
One day it will be my turn,
And I'm sure you’ll be right there!
But I'll always have one thing on you,
I'm younger and that I swear!
40th Birthday Poems
Over The Hill
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, ©2019Over the hill
With lots of bills
Forty comes quickly
It can make you feel sickly.
The years ticked by
Time how it flys
But the day has arrived
And you'll survive.
Happy Birthday to you
Don't get the forty blues
Be happy, be merry
The next forty are the cherry!
You're Not Done
Poet: Catherine PulsiferForty is the new twenty - right?
That is what forty year olds write.
Middle age has no cause for fright,
Unless you count the wrinkles in sight!
Your youth may be an old stereotype,
But fear not - 40 is just a bunch of hype!
Let go and have some really good fun,
Being forty, you're not yet done!
The poem, You're Not Done, playfully challenges the notion of turning forty as something to fear, suggesting that it's just a stereotype. The speaker encourages embracing the age with a lighthearted attitude, emphasizing that turning forty doesn't mean being done but rather an opportunity for enjoyable experiences. The poem humorously mentions wrinkles but ultimately conveys a positive perspective on entering middle age.
Mold
Poet: Byron PulsiferWhen things are 40 years old
You can start to see the mold
But this does not apply to you
As you look like your brand new.
Happy 40th Birthday
Birthday Poems
Fabulous At 40
Poet: Sam Fickinsen, ©2020Look at you, fabulous at 40
Life is still pretty ordinary
But tomorrow over the hill
Some say you will
But hey forty's not so bad
In fact, you should be glad
You can celebrate yesterdays
Even if your memory changes the ways
You can anticipate tomorrow
Even if from your dreams you borrow
Don't let your age get to you
Otherwise, you'll just be blue
The Big Four O
You may be a bit slow
But don't despair
We can get you a chair
Keep on going
And keep on growin'
Look forward to the next 10 years
When you will turn 50, my dear!
Age Forty
Poet: Catherine PulsiferAge forty is here, it is in sight
Quest for wisdom may come to flight.
A new path unfolds before you
No longer young but don't be blue!
Life's joys are yet to unfurl
Time ahead of you to twirl -
Don't worry about the years that past
Enjoy middle age and all that lasts!
The humorous poem, Age Forty, celebrates turning forty, playfully acknowledging the quest for wisdom that may or may not take flight. It encourages embracing the new path that unfolds with a lighthearted perspective on no longer being young. The verses humorously highlight the anticipation of life's joys yet to unfurl and the time ahead to twirl, dismissing concerns about the years that have passed. Overall, the poem suggests enjoying middle age with a cheerful attitude.
Not So Bad
Poet: Catherine PulsiferTurning 40 is not so bad
You can look back and see all you had
And then look forward and be glad
For all the years coming and those you had.
You are in the prime of your life
You have the wisdom to handle strife
The experience you have gained
Allows you to now show restraint.
So when the joking is all done
Remember 41 has just begun.
Live your years and be happy for
The years to come, and what is in store.
Middle Age Poems
Turning 40, Not So Bad!
Poet: Theodore HiggingsworthTurning 40 is not so bad,
Be happy don't be sad.
Just think in another 40 years
You will be 80, oh my dear!
So celebrate and forget the number
Think of it as a small blunder.
Yes, half of your life is gone
But of you, we are still very fond.
Turning 40 is just another day
Even if you are turning gray.
Laugh, be happy, really who cares
Happy 40th we do declare!
Turning 40 is a light-hearted poem humorously addresses turning 40, suggesting that it's not a cause for sadness. It playfully points out the perspective of looking forward to another 40 years, even if it means reaching the age of 80. The poem encourages celebrating the occasion and not getting caught up in the numerical value, considering it a small blunder. Despite half of life having passed, the tone remains cheerful, emphasizing that age is just another day, and the focus should be on laughter and happiness. The poem concludes by declaring a happy 40th celebration.
The Big Four-O
Poet: Catherine PulsiferWhen the big four-o comes knocking on your door,
Fear not, my friend, for there's so much in store!
They say it's the year you're over the hill,
But trust me, life begins to thrill!
Sure, you may find some lines etched on your face,
But wisdom and laughter fill that empty space.
Embrace the grays and crank up your fun skill,
Forty's just a number, ain't no hill to uphill!
Funny Poems About Aging
Teen Wisdom for the Big 4-0
Poet: Catherine PulsiferHey there, forty, welcome aboard,
Your fashion sense? Oh, it's adored!
Crocs and socks? A bold display,
But maybe, just maybe, keep it that way!
Texting with thumbs? You're slow but sweet,
And your playlists? Full of 'oldies' beats!
But don't worry, you’re cool in your own kind of way,
Even if you are older today!
40 Is the New 30 (With Ibuprofen)
Poet: Catherine PulsiferThey say forty's the new thirty, and maybe it's true,
If you count the ibuprofen that gets you through.
You've got the spirit, the laughs, the spark,
Just don't twist too fast, or you'll feel it 'til dark!
So here's to staying young, full of cheer,
With a cup of tea and a cozy chair near.
You're rocking this age, it's easy to see,
Forty's just thirty - plus a pharmacy fee!
Funny Birthday Poems
What I Thought 40 Would Be
Poet: Catherine PulsiferAt ten, I thought at forty I’d be wise,
A grown-up star with sparkling ties.
But here I am, still cracking jokes,
And hunting for socks - life's funny pokes!
I pictured a life so perfectly neat,
But it’s piles of laundry and fast food to eat.
No grand mansion, no limousine,
Just a comfy couch and a coffee machine!
So here’s to forty, a laugh and a cheer,
Not quite the dream, but it’s still a good year.
Wisdom can wait, let’s just agree,
Forty is fabulous, and that’s fine by me!
Funny Birthday Poems About Old Age
Top Ten Signs You’ve Hit 40
Poet: Byron PulsiferOh, the years have flown, now you’ve hit the big 4-0,
Let’s count the signs that surely show!
From tiny quirks to moments grand,
Here's a funny list you’ll understand:
No. 10. Reading glasses perched on your nose,
Menus now blur; that's how it goes!
Squinting and stretching the paper out far,
Admitting your arms aren't as long as they are!
No. 9. Early nights feel like a vacation,
No more chasing midnight's elation.
Your bed's your friend, your pillow’s divine,
Who needs the club? You're asleep by nine!
No. 8. You groan when you stand or bend your knees,
Once so nimble, now you creak with ease.
"Oh, just warming up," you laugh in vain,
Hoping no one notices your back's in pain!
No. 7. Pop culture references? Oh, what a mess,
You ask, "What’s TikTok?" to your kid's distress.
Your music taste? Still the best, no doubt,
Just stuck in the '80s - never coming out!
No. 6. Your fridge now holds the ultimate prize:
Probiotics, kale, and veggie fries.
Gone are the days of pizza at two,
Now you’re googling: "Is quinoa stew?"
No. 5. Coffee's no longer just a morning brew,
It's survival fuel to get you through.
By 2 PM, it's a second cup -
Because energy levels refuse to keep up!
No. 4. You forget why you walked into a room,
Retrace your steps to stave off the gloom.
You laugh and joke, "It's wisdom, you see!"
But where are the keys? Did I leave them with tea?
No. 3. Birthdays now mean a checklist of sorts,
Skin creams, workouts, and joint reports.
Wrinkles and wisdom go hand in hand,
But, hey, you're still the coolest in the land!
No. 2. Your kids remind you, without even a care,
"You’re old", and just leave it there.
You roll your eyes, thinking, "They don’t know,"
Forty’s the prime! At least it's your show.
No. 1. The top sign of forty, the truth that stings,
You laugh at yourself at the silliest things.
Life's a journey, a beautiful ride,
At forty, you wear it with humor and pride!
So raise a glass, toast with glee,
Forty’s not old - it’s legendary!
With laughter and love, may your days be bright,
Happy birthday to you, and to bed -goodnight!
Short Funny Birthday Poems For The 40 Year Old
Forty is fun, or so they all say,
But why does my knee hurt in a weird way?
I didn't fall, I didn't run,
Yet somehow, the pain has already begun!
I used to stay up way past two,
Now ten o’clock? I’m yawning—it's true!
A wild night out? Oh, that’s so sweet. . .
But honestly, sleep just can’t be beat!
I sneezed today—just one, not more,
And now my back is feeling sore!
At twenty, I’d laugh and be just fine,
But forty? I need a hospital sign!
Birthday cake? Oh, bring it near,
But now the weight sticks all year!
At twenty, I’d burn it fast,
At forty, well... I’ll just make peace at last!
My eyesight was great, my vision was prime,
Now menus look blurry most of the time!
I stretch them out, I squint real tight,
Or just admit—where’s my readers tonight?
