On My Eighty Fifth Birthday

On My Eighty Fifth Birthday Another Birthday…I’m still alive Never thought that I’d survive To the ripe old age of Eighty Five! But here I am…feisty still Even though I’m over the hill! Don’t count me out...Don’t ring that bell I’m still here and raising hell! Had a few blimps along the way But I’m not leaving, I’m here to stay Still have plans…I’m not done yet I may do things I may regret But I’ll have fun doing it You can bet! It matters not how old you are You can dream your dream Or follow your star Your flesh may fail you Your steps may be slow More and more wrinkles start to show But there is one thing I surely know A man isn’t judged by how he looked Or the size of his fortune or pocketbook The greatest legacy he leaves behind Isn’t intelligence or a fertile mind But the love he gave to his family and friends A heart full of love always transcends Fame and fortune in the end So Happy Birthday again to me How many more…..? We’ll just have to see In the meantime friends You’ll be hearing from me! Copyright©2013 Beatrice Boyle (All rights reserved)