A Birthday

O, it's a birthday I'm having,
And I'm not one bit glad.
For the years are piled on me,
And I feel a bit sad.

My step is not lively,
And often...I'm tired.
The reason for resting,
Is because...I'm unwired.

My pep is diminished,
The..."Come On"...I don't feel.
And the part that is missing,
Is synthetic...not real.

My vision is not certain,
No sight to pin-point.
And the ache in my muscle,
Leads down to the joint.

O, it's a birthday...I'm having,
Would that I could be young.
And sing loud some praises,
That come from the tongue.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Today is the day one-hundred and three years ago that Ethel was born. Happy Birthday, beloved soul, daughter, sister, wife, mother, aunt, grandmother, great-grandmother, great, great-grandmother, etc.