The Birthday Mirror

by

Phil Pochurek

Oh Momma now what do we do?
Look at us, I’m fifty and you’re eighty-two.
Are we having fun yet?
Go figure, who’d of thought
That either of us someday would have what we’ve got.
Would have made it this far, on a bet!
Well ok maybe just me
But you’ve had a few close calls too don’t you see?
We work, and we work, and we work
Then hope we can retire before we die.
Maybe even save a little money to help us get by
But you never really know how you’re going to end up.
We can only hope at the end of the road
They’ll be someone there to wipe our ass and fill our cup.
But I think we’re still doing pretty good so far.
You’re still driving (oh God!) and I’m still smoking cigar’s (duh).
But I imagine that too will change
Everything does nothing stays the same.
And if you live long enough eventually you see it all.
So when all the things you thought
Meant so much have eventually gone away,
Either broken, been given or lost
Try to remember if any of it was worth the time it cost.
When all you have is time what will you do then?
How will you spend it?
On yourself? On others? With your friends?
Doing things you’ve never done?
Or doing the same things over, and over again.
Imagine the rest of your life just having fun! You just never know.
Remember you can hold onto more things by letting go.
Go and see, go and do, at last
It’s time to do something for you.
You’re finally old enough, you’re Eighty Two!
Happy Birthday Momma
I’m glad you’re still here
Eat, drink, and party today then remember it all
So we can do it all again next year.
Then take a long hard look in the birthday mirror.

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