B-Day Minus Two

With a penchant for rhyme
And prone to prolixity
My current major crime
On Sunday I'll be sixty.

Why this date do we mark
As if some milestone achieved?
And instead on a lark
Father time to be deceived.

The truth of the matter
Though my verse is from hunger
It's no idle chatter
That I wish I were younger.

But there's no gear reverse
Just the passing of the years
So this time I'll be terse
A toast to all of you, Cheers!