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Kevin Davis 2025
I’m about to turn seventy-five, I’m still a sprightly old chap,
With a cane in my hand and a hat in my lap.
My knees and my back may be creaky and sore,
But at times I still have the spirit to try to dance on the floor.
My memory’s a jumble, like my clothes on the floor,
Sometimes I forget what I came for when I walk through a door.
But I’ve got all the wisdom that comes with the years,
And a lifetime of laughter, and a few happy tears.
My hair’s no longer curly and brown,
But I think I look distinguished in a shade of gray that’s just right.
I tell the same stories, again and again,
But each time I tell 'em, they get better, my friend.
I nap in the afternoon, and I snore like a bear,
But I wake up refreshed, without a care.
I might move a bit slower, but I’ve got all day,
To enjoy every moment, come what may.
So, here’s to turning seventy-five,
With a heart full of joy and a spirit that’s free.
I’ve lived a good life, and there’s more yet to see,
So, I’ll keep on laughing, just being me
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