To my long ago former right hand <br />I send sounds from the Down Under Band. <br />Sixty-five? My-oh-my, <br />all those years flying by. <br />It ain't easy to understand.... <br /> <br />....how your colurful hair has turned gray, <br />you've grown wrinkles all over, they say. <br />And you often forget <br />that you DO own a pet, <br />he's a cynic but that's quite okay. <br /> <br />Do not worry, dear Lynn, rest assured, <br />all the decades that you have endured <br />have just aged you like wine <br />and I hereby opine <br />that old age cannot ever be cured. <br /> <br />Happy Birthday and many returns! <br />As our planet so gracefully turns <br />just hang on for the ride <br />with the Lord by your side, <br />we shall send you some roses and ferns.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-birthday-lynn-z/
