I thought that I would never see
another cake with candles three.
That year my Mummy never guessed
that I would rise before she dressed,
before the sun announced the day
when I got out of bed to play.
I think that life remains quite fair
without my early rising flair.
I still can walk without a cane,
and intimately live with ...
acetaminophen.
Such poems are made by fools like me
who still arise at eighty-three.
Happy Birthday Dennis, keep it up!
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday to my "other" brother!!
ReplyDeleteHAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday Dennis !! -E&J
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