On This Day

Forty eight years ago today, I was born.
Proud to be forty eight.
If you are calling me old,
that means you haven't made it yet.
Just pray that you do.
Each day older is a new memory.
Some I think I'd like to forget,
but they are what makes me, me.
If you don't like me the way I am,
sorry.
I have no intention of trying to change me to suit you.
I'm happy being just as I am.
Not Cheryl, Chez.