A day late in posting this
Three Score and Fifteen Years Ago By Franklin Price 11/14/2020 Three score and fifteen years ago I was born upon this earth Joined a family of eight, Was the ninth, for what it's worth Four sisters and two brothers A mother, father there for me I was to be the last of them That nevermore would be Was brought home to my siblings Who were shown I was a boy They were told it was not Christmas That I was not a little toy Spread of ages, ten long years Stuart Taylor to begin Then, Nancy Ruth and Shirley Lou Stopping then, would be a sin Earl Joseph, Laura Gertrude Were the next ones in the game Judith Carol just before me Franklin Arthur is my name Brought home to Merritt Island Yes, the one of lunar lore Was then a growing citrus place Barely had a country store We had no city water No AC then, you know No TV there for watching Listened to the radio Milk brought by the milkman Port Canaveral had no cruise Truman was the president The local paper brought the news Many years have gone by Helped shoot man to the moon My father and my mother gone Some siblings, way to soon Nancy Ruth and Laura Gertrude And myself are still around They're now octogenarians Five more years and I'll be crowned My life has been exceptional The best wife for fifty years In seven days it's fifty-one Can still remember that from here Left High School in sixty four Sixty- eight in Vietnam Sixty-nine sent man off to the moon It's great to be the who I am Married, November, sixty-nine To my wife and daughter too They were the rocks within my life For the things that I would do Involved with start up ventures Traveled all around the globe Collected hotel ashtrays Lots of shampoo and a robe Had my own small business A little longer than a score Rode on Harley cycles Three hundred thousand miles and more Rode all the lower forty-eight Three provinces above A thousand miles in Africa All of these with my true love So you see it's been a great life And I'm only seven- five I got up this fine morning It's still great to be alive Friends and family, who read this And know of these things I say Know you helped to make it great As I traveled on the way Here's a toast to all of us And the passed days since our birth I'm sending love to all of you For all that may be worth
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