70

(I wrote this poem when I turned 60…already somewhat old and gray and now that I’m am 70…it’s still appropriate today. I’ve lived through another decade with family and friends still sharing hopes and dreams and fears…and if we’re all lucky you’ll be reading this poem again… when I turn 80 in ten years.) I have always felt a little lucky for all the blessings I’ve received not the least is having a birthday that falls on New Year’s Eve. When I was young I was astonished to think everyone on Earth would come together with friends and family just to celebrate of my birth. Even perfect strangers would meet in places like Times Square to watch a ball drop, kiss each other, then throw confetti in the air. Of course I now know that kind of thinking was, with innocence, deluded because all the partying and confetti comes once my birthday has concluded. Yes, it seems all those people who gather, all those strangers, all my friends are not happy that my birthday’s here, but happy when it ends. But that hasn’t stopped me from thinking how by fate I have been kissed and has help create inside me an eternal optimist. I guess that’s why when Deborah asks about a gift, when she finally inquires my answer is the same each year...I have everything I desire. I have a wife whom I love and who will love me till the end I was lucky when I married Deborah to have married my best friend. I have children who I’ve seen grow up and now that I’m old and gray are happy and still love me despite…mistakes I’ve made along the way I have grandchildren who ever since they were the tiniest little blokes have loved me and, more important, still laugh at all my jokes. OK, it’s possible over the years their laughter has turned to moans but a Pop Pop only hears the laughter…where other’s hear the groans. I have been very lucky, yes truly blessed indeed for life has set before me everything I’ll ever need. Which is the reason in the face of proof to the contrary…. I still wholeheartedly believe…. why so many people come together to celebrate my birthday…New Year’s Eve.