A friend’s 79th birthday

 

At seventy, still time for joy aplenty

At seventy-one, still room for fun

At seventy-two, still so much to do

At seventy-three, still a lot to see

At seventy-four, still more in store

At seventy-five, still happy to be alive

At seventy-six, still ready for new tricks

At seventy-seven, still not ready for heaven

At seventy-eight, still living a life that’s great

At seventy-nine, still doing fine (oh, and don’t forget the wine)

At the end of your eighth decade, still full of the joy you’ve made.