It has been a while since I’ve posted here due to my working on my book. You can just make out some of us playing French cricket in the background! I had about twenty guests – not a bad turn out for a semi-recluse! The weather was sunny on Sat 6 August and it was good to see everyone enjoying themselves. Friends came from my Yoga group and Writers’ group.
The poem is a bit of intentional semi-doggerel, if there is such a thing! (I was rather pleased with the rhyme for ‘cricket’- in the last stanza.)
Birthday Poem at 70.
The day dawned like any other day;
I’m still standing and not yet lame.
Seventy circuits of the earth around the sun,
I hope I’ll never need a Zimmer frame!
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My daughter asks what’s it like to be seventy,
I reply no different to being sixty nine.
A friend writes keep the child within alive,
keep writing poetry and you’ll be fine.
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Lets give thanks and salute the sun today,
play French cricket in Saltwell Park
eat chocolate, Barack Obama and samosas
before our journey into the dark.
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If I live to be a hundred, I wouldn’t want a plastic heart
In all honesty I don’t think I could stick it;
I wouldn’t want Botox or any replacement part;
I’d just like to be able, still to play French Cricket!
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Note: Barack Obama is what I called barm brack cake.
Happy Birthday!
I really hope you enjoyed your day! The cricket game must have been fun out in the sun; the outdoor party looks great.
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Happy Birthday!
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