A Celebration

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For this a time to rejoice,
And not a time to mourn,
For I shall lift my voice,
And not emit scorn.

The many tears I shed,
Shall be wiped away,
Well now it’s time to go to bed,
Hey! Don’t for get to pray.

I get down on my knees,
And bow my big old head,
And say, “Lord, help me please,
Before they put me on some meds.”

As I get ready for the next day,
And begin to spread the love,
Somebody says, “Hey Jay!
It’s time for a foot rub.”

I run out the door,
And take a breath of fresh air,
I can almost see the core,
Of my half-eaten green pear.

While I watch the kids play,
And the toys NOT being shared,
An adult will soon have to say,
“Hey, you guys play fair.”

While the adults cook the dinner,
And wash all the dishes,
Now I am not thinner,
‘Cause of all the fried fishes.

For now it is hitting dusk,
And I am falling asleep,
Boy can I smell the musk,
And all the stinky feet.

As I watch the family together,
Getting all warm and snug,
Man do I miss her,
And the way she used to hug.

For she is now in a better place,
Looking down upon us,
Take the frowns off your face,
And quit all the fuss.

Now we must together and unite,
And quit all the strife,
So we actually might,
Celebrate these 101 years of life.





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