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One of the Lucky Ones
Hope I'm not putting a big hex on myself
But till now I've had no serious medical problems
Don't know how many can say that at seventy-eight
But you can place me in the “fortunate” column
Haven't done anything out of the ordinary
Thinking maybe I inherited some very good genes
My whole family before me all lived to a ripe old age
So what's this guy... a can of baked beans!
Seven sisters all lived longer than eighty
A pattern seems to have been established here
Don't want to break the spell or cause any problems
I'll just motor along and have another beer
Don't think I'd like to be around at one hundred
Soiling my jockey and mumbling away
Just wheel me out to the back veranda in the sun
And forget me for a couple of days
© Jack Ellison 2014
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014
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