Nancy L. Meek
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOAN
It’s your birthday! Hallelujah!
Here’s good wishes comin’ to ya;
And even though you’re turnin’ gray,
We still love you anyway.
It don’t matter much to us
That you are older, what’s the fuss?
What’s another year gone by?
Wipe that tear, Joan, from your eye.
Age is just a state of mind.
Forget that you are going blind
Or that you cannot find your keys
And getting up now kills your knees
And the only men who make your day
Are Geri-Tol and ol’ Ben Gay.
Proof of age is the “candle count”
Which through the years will slowly mount
Singeing the hair upon your arms
And setting-off the smoke alarms;
But, Joan, you’ve got a good while yet.
You ain’t that old, so do not fret.
Enjoy your cake and a glass of coke…
But wait, what’s that?!… Do you smell smoke?!
Happy Birthday, anyway!
Hey, did anybody call 911?
©Copyright February 10, 2000 by Nancy L. Meek