And bid them gleefully good-bye,
And feel it will not give me pain,
To never look on them again.
With metronomic measure I
Have beat them out beneath the sky.
And though my facile rhyme I curse,
Sometimes I think they might be worse;
But anyhow, as in the past,
I vow that they will be my last.
Content to feel so much alive;
And though grey-haired, I grieve to state
An unrepentant reprobate;
Admiring lads who wench and wine,
But forced, alas! to toe the line;
For I have learnt a thing or two,
As we old coves are bound to do.
Is better far than storing wealth;
That smug success has little worth
Beside the simple joys of earth;
That fame is but a bubble brief,
And glory vain beyond belief;
That it is good to eat and drink;
That it is bad to over-think;
That only stupid people claim
to take themselves with serious aim;
That laughter is our God's best gift -
So to God our laughter lift;
Aye, though his wrath the Heavens split,
He grants us Scorn, to laugh at it.
Let's have a good time while we may,
And do the very best we can
To give one to our fellow man;
Knowing that all will end with Death,
Let's joy with every moment's breath;
And lift our heads like blossoms blithe
To meet at last the Swinging Scythe.
7 comments:
Happy Birthday TBS!
Happy birthday!
Many happy returns, Sam!
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Thanks for the kind wishes! I have been on the road most of the day, and just checked on Bea, and she is doing very well. Stay tuned for updates.
Belated Happy Birthday, Sam.
Thanks, Stranded! Bea was really tickled to get a card from you.
I'm glad, Sam. My wife wanted to send the one with kittens. We sent a package out yesterday and hope all of you enjoy.
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