May 21, 2008
Yesterday has come and gone
Now I feel I weigh a ton
Birthday cake and ice cream too
French bread spread with buttery goo
Then time for dinner, I should say no
But in my mouth and not so slow
Bedtime comes and one more bite
Or 2 or 3 with such delight
From thin to plump to fluffy and tight
You'd think some day, I’d get it right
But the years keep coming and bring more cake
How many more birthdays can my body take?
Yikes! I'm 59 and still in shock.
5 comments:
Well, 59 and still counting. That is good. I love the poem and it can easily fit into my birthday as well. :) Thanks.
Happy Birthday!
I can fully relate to your poem. Thanks for sharing. I bet there are some 20 somethings out there that wish they had as much talent as you posses.
Beamer
Happy Birthday Jeanne! It sounds like you had a wonderful day. The poem's cute too. Good food, that's what birthdays are all about.
Happy Birthday Jeanne. Great Poem. Enjoy. ;-)
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