On the occasion of my 26th birthday, a small something from the King:
So bloody good luck to you mate,
That you weren’t born too late
For at least a chance of happiness,
Before unchangeable crappiness
Spreads all over the land.
Be glad you’re fifty — and
That you got there while things were nice,
In a world worth looking at twice.
So here’s wishing you many more years, but not that many,
Cheers!
—Kingsley Amis, "Ode to Me"