Nappy but Happy

It is my ninetieth birthday.

I know i’m getting old and gray,

but as i look around me

where maturity has found me

other friends are bald or white

and are still living in delight.

My friend Mary is contrary,

thinks old age ain’t necessary.

Sidney, who is ninety-seven,

is one step closer to heaven.

After the birthday songs are sung

a lot of us don’t feel so young.

Our old bodies are wearing out,

and future years are full of doubt.

Walt Abbott–11-19-2009