Lesley Is Fifty

Things keep on changing
They are all different now
If you take a look back
I wonder just how
Much different from then
Year forty, thirty, twenty or ten
Now fifty years past
Who knows what is next
Maybe your angels will tell you by text
You are a late, late rose
In the November sun
This rhyme is for you
And this day is the one
When all your friends
Will get together
For to party till dawn
Turning hell into leather
So lets toast to your birthday
Go drink and be merry
Be thankful for small things
Like being too young for sherry

I wish you big love
And also much laughter
As your heart comes to rest
In the happy-ever-after
And in many years to come
When you look back again
You will marvel as you remember
Wow I was only fifty then

SH Novemeber 2008