So I'm going to be 30

So I'm going to be 30 and I cannot lie
that number has made me scared.
There's just something final about being 30
That epitomizes life being unfair.
It's a sign I'm getting older -
That my "roaring 20s" are through.
Goodbye oh reckless vagabond years;
Now there's work to do.
Maintaining youth is a frivolous game
The mirror will never forgive.
So instead of worrying about my age
I'll try to move forward and live.
But please do not send me presents
And do not acknowledge with zeal
For the fact that I'm getting older
Is no longer holding appeal.
I'm dreading this day and it's really too bad
Because birthdays should be about fun
But the turning point is here; it's drawn very near
And as for celebrating-
I'm done.