Dad's soon to be 90.. He's a poet. My sister's an artist.. I have no talent..
My Dad (will be 90 on this birthday) is an accomplished poet.. I finally see I inherited some of his talent.. I drink..
"CIRCULATION AND NAVIGATION"
THE DAYS SEEM HOT, THE NIGHTS ARE COLDER;
CIRCULATION IS BAD SINCE I'M GETTING OLDER.
CAN'T SEE SO WELL AND I CAN'T HEAR,
DON'T MEAN I CAN'T ENJOY A BEER.
I DON'T MOVE TOO FAST; MY STEP NOT SO QUICK,
NEVER THOUGHT TO WALK I'D USE A STICK.
GOT LOTS OF MEMORIES OF PLACES I'VE BEEN,
DRANK MOST EVERYTHING THERE - INCLUDING THE GIN.
MY HAIR'S NOW WHITE - WHAT LITTLE I HAVE,
MY BACK, LEGS AND ARMS SMELL A LOT LIKE SALVE.
NOT SURE WHAT I WAS DRINKIN' - MADE ME FEEL NUMB,
FOUND OUT LATER - IT WAS THE RUM.
BUT I'LL KEEP GOING AS LONG AS I'M ABLE,
IM A LITTLE SHAKY AND AND NOT TOO STABLE.
GETTING DOWN THE STAIRS SEEMS QUITE RISKY,
BUT I STILL ENJOY A DRINK OF WHISKEY.
A FAVORITE IS A DRINK NOT TOO WELL KNOWN,
THEY'RE "QUIET" - AND *GOOD* - AT MAKING THEIR OWN.
SO' I GUESS WHAT I AM SAYING - I CAN DRINK IT ALL,
IF YOU CAN GET IT IN A GLASS, AND IT'S GOT ALCOHOL!
"SMe"
Cheers.. ��
