Here’s what Pierre wrote on his 60th birthday, 8/16/20. I think it might cheer you.
“For my birthday:
When I am an old man I shall wear caftans and earrings
With a red sash which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my Social Security on bourbon and butt plugs
And Calvin Klein Velcro sneakers, and say we’ve no money for Duke’s mayo.
I shall lounge wherever I damn well please when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in Aldi and press alarm bells
And run my dick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall flounce about as I please
And pick my nose, though not other people’s noses
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow even more fat
And eat three pounds of carbs, onion rings, and cake at a go
Or only bread and NO pickles for a week
And hoard pencils for dialing the phone.
But now we must have clothes from Barney’s that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not dare to be too sweet
And set a good example for the chickens.
We must have friends to dinner and keep up on the gossip.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear caftans.”