I crossed ten, I didn’t care
Then came twenty, and made me swear
Thirty got me thinking I had a flair
When forty arrived, I became aware
At fifty I said, I shan’t spare
Sixty flew by, that’s not fair!
Seventy was crazy, pulling out my hair
With eighty, I sped, almost like a hare
After ninety, I soared high in the air
At my hundredth, I sit proudly on my chair
Wondering aloud, how did I fare?
A soft voice replies, “better than fair”
So I thank all, for helping me dare
Your kind comments urging me to share
*As this is my 100th post on WordPress, I thought of commemorating this milestone with a poem having exactly 100 words in it :)*