It's here once again,
it comes without fail--
for rich and for poor,
the next coffin nail . . .
for Bryce Dallas Howard,
for the Wu's Method Man,
for me and Bon Jovi--
the occasional is grand:
We are still alive!
our lifetime rolls on!
and one year from now
we may well be gone . . .
But perhaps these trite rhymes
will outlive my frame--
The Good Doctor is dead
yet you still know his name . . .
and the folks he invented,
that lived in his books:
Yertle the Turtle,
Thing One and Thing Two,
The Grinch and the Lorax
and, of course, Cindy Lou Who--
you know all those souls,
though they never lived--
you might know them much better
than your very own kids!
So here's to creation--
to birthdays and rhymes--
to writing it down,
before there's no time.
Happy birthday.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday David.
ReplyDeletethanks! fifty fucking four . . . ten more years and the beatles would consider me very old
ReplyDeletea plethora?
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