The journey started in 68

Like the hypnotic humming of a bird

Even back then I was always late

To be early would be absurd

We start our unknown journey

With no destination sight

With hopes to become attorney?

And the power it gives to take flight?

My train keeps on going

There is still fuel in the tank

A year older means more puffing and blowing

Mouth wide open, expression almost blank

 

 

I continue to perform the ‘Swan’

Cool and calm is the top line view

Inside pistons fire like a mad man

You never want to reveal the real you

 

 

Another year is added to my number

Its birthday time on the horizon again

Yester year I had time to slumber

But now, it’s a huge thank you to all my friends

 

 

 

 

The hope is to keep life simple

Drive your journey your way

Stay as cute as a dimple

Retain your essence – afterall its your brithday! (it’s mine actually)