This time it's my turn,
as life trundles by
to check off the calendar
another year gone nigh
Just finished eighty-six
now beginning eighty-seven
Tentatively approaching
the gates of heaven
I say tentatively because
I'm not sure of the address
It could well be my qualifications
are for some place less
Guess I'll linger here a while
see what ensues
Have a drink and a laugh
to discourage any blues
The past has been magic
The future unsure
But while taking up space
I still feel secure.
Happy Birthday me ;P)
