My Favorite Birthday Gift
When I was just a youngster
With my birthday coming near,
My family all would ask me
What would you like my dear?
The present didn’t matter
I really didn’t care.
In most cases what they gave me
Was something I could wear.
Then as I got older,
The presents mattered less.
There was nothing much I needed
That’s the truth I must confess.
Now that I’m a senior,
I’ll say this LOUD and CLEAR
The birthday present I want most
Is just for me TO BE HERE!
AMEN
Copyright © Ralph Taylor | Year Posted 2010
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