Getting older

Well another day is gone It’s starting to set in. That getting older just comes so fast so where should I begin. Another year of getting old. I’m 31 is what I’m told. Life really moves in such a flash. Before we know it nothing but ash. Growing up and getting old. It’s part of life a journey untold. The age just keeps going up. Until we reach that empty cup. Nobody knows when your number ends. I’m so happy I have caring friends. So thank you all that took the time. To say happy birthday and 31 it’s fine.