My 60th Birthday
My 60th Birthday
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
With flair I did hover at my party so audacious,
witty, beguiling and so profoundly gracious,
working the crowds through glazed eyes and the haze of,
my somewhat wavering stance and drunk status.
I fed them and worked hard to keep happiness reigning,
while my body and liver were screaming and paining,
my thoughts becoming scrambled and memory going,
I stumbled from one group to another all glowing.
Then the time for the cake and my speech was approaching,
I found my glasses and somehow I was convinced I'd be smokin',
and read out the words that I'd written all sane,
now reading that paper was taxing my brain.
I think I heard laughing, and maybe some clapping,
as I read out my words, hardly clear no doubt lacking,
slurring the jokes and my life gone so fast,
it ended so soon, so I just filled my glass.
Right after I finished I just couldn't remember,
if I'd read it at all, in my minds dying embers,
so I just stood up and the wall came and hit me,
what cheek I thought, on my 60th birthday.
I cuddled and hugged all my beautiful family,
perhaps several times, there's no telling my memory,
my sons just took over, took the glass from my hand,
and replaced it with water, so I could accomplish a stand.
Goodbyes were all done and my bed beckoned early,
so I stumbled to darkness, my head somewhat curly,
I remember thinking it was someone's birthday,
I had a great time I think, perhaps its just hearsay.
One bottle of Scotch downed with abandon,
to bring the 61st year of my life on,
and greet the new day with an exuberant smile,
after leaning over the bowl on those cold hard tiles.
The price you pay....
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!