Alas, another birthday has come and gone. Gone are the days when I felt smart and confident. I no longer have all the answers—I have teenagers, instead, and no one is better at reminding me how little I know than my kids. Apparently I have more in common with Forrest Gump than Albert Einstein.
The worst part, though, is rewriting the songs I like to play on the guitar:
The Beatles: “Now that I’m old and losing my hair, standing here and now.”(When I’m 64)
The Who: “They say cool is awful cold. I refused to die, so now I’m old.” (My Generation)
Queen: “She keeps all her medications, in a pretty cabinet. ‘I can’t eat cake,” she says, my doctor will get so upset.” (Killer Queen)
Of course, Phil Collins, “Land of Confusion” says it all.
Now hand me my inhaler so I can blow out the candles on my cake.