Another Seussian Birthday

The good doctor and I 

share the same date of birth--

and for twenty-one years

we roamed planet earth--

our time intersected

we shared the same space,

we breathed the same air

we ran the same race--

but 31 years ago, 

the good doctor expired

while I continued living,

he went and expired--

and I hope in good time,

we'll meet once again,

and drink us some beers

and eat us some ham.

3 comments:

Whitney said...

Ooh. You had it right up until the last rhyme.

Happy Birthday.

rob said...

so close

Dave said...

a slant rhyme to end it, in emily dickinsonian style . . .

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