Tuesday I Was Thirty

Tuesday I am thirty,
And though the fact delights me plenty
It disturbs me somewhat to know
I’m half again past twenty.

I like my life, the things I have
My career, husband, and puppy
And yet I must admit that I’m
No more a little guppy.

I’ve achieved all kinds of major goals,
No marathons, though — not sporty
But perhaps it’s something I can revisit
In the ten years before I’m forty.

I’ve traveled lots, and published books,
And that is super nifty,
Still, it’s tough to believe in twenty years
I’ll find myself at fifty!

I hope that this foundation
Proves broad and strong and sturdy,
For the many things I plan to do
In this year when I am thirty.

(Inspired by one of my favorite poems from childhood, “Tuesday I was Ten,” which, sadly, I was not able to find online.)