The day has arrived,
the day of my birth--
And while the good doctor
has passed from this place,
I'm still hanging on
still running the race,
still working the job,
still writing the posts,
still chasing the lob,
still taunting the ghosts--
I've been knocking around
for fifty-three years,
my knees are a wreck,
I can barely quaff beers--
but while I can walk,
stand and not fall,
I'll remain in the game
and play pickleball.
Happy birthday. Keep droppin the hammer and grindin the gears.
ReplyDeletehappiest, dave. there's never been anyone youer than you.
ReplyDeletethanks!
ReplyDeletedoes that mean driving a stick shift poorly?