Thursday, October 30, 2008

birthday poem

Another year is gone
Another one is past
As each one goes by
They all go too fast

I remember the day
That I became eight
Mom gave me a party
It felt really great

Nineteen seventy one
When I turned sixteen
I looked forward to driving
In the car being seen

When I turned twenty one
I really felt slick
But I drank too much booze
And then I got sick

I turned twenty eight
But on the day before this
A daughter was born
Who's brought us much bliss

It's been three years
Since the day I turned fifty
I don't feel all that old
And that's really nifty

So don't start feeling too old
And your joy don't encumber
Remember that your age
Is only a number


Amel's Realm said...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Cliff!!! I LOVE this poem and I agree that age is just a number!

God bless you and your whole family! May your light shine through always towards the whole world...

74WIXYgrad said...

Thank you Amel. I feel pretty good, but lazy, today.

Frasypoo said...

Great poem !
Age is just a number!I remind myself about that a lot

Michelle said...


Today (31) is my dad's birthday and I have two family birthdays on the 27th and 29th. It's a busy week - full of real good people. :-)

I loved your poem - the last verse is very true. Thank you for the reminder.

Wishing you love, laughter, sunshine in your heart and a clear path before you.

Jen said...

Great job for an old man! :D
you know I'm kidding....

Shellmo said...

I'm a little late to the party but I come bearing happy birthday wishes and many more to come!!!

Daisy said...

Clever poem, Cliff! Here's to many more birthdays---and poems! :D