My Birthday
I woke up this morning, a beautiful day,
I felt so happy, so bright and so gay.
I would love to go riding, it’s what I’d enjoy,
With the wind in my hair, I could race through the sky.
Hector, my friend, would whinny and neigh,
As he saw me arrive, with a fresh bale of hay.
He’d nuzzle his head, down into my neck
And just to be friendly, he’d give me a peck.
As I lay in my bed, and think how it would be,
Tony comes in with a nice cup of tea.
“How are you feeling? Did you manage to rest?”
“Yes, thanks, I did. Last night was the best.”
Each day I sit here, I remember my youth.
Inside, I’m the same, and that is the truth.
My body’s got older, and slower and stiff,
But inside I feel as I always did.
The telephone rings, and I say, “hello.”
“Happy birthday, Mum,” says my Daughter, Jo.
“Seventy today! How do you feel?”
“A whole lot better, I could dance a reel!”
Jo laughs down the phone, then she is gone
If I danced down the street, would it be wrong?
As I walk down the stairs, the radio’s on,
It’s playing music, my favourite song.
Two strong arms, wrap around me tight,
“Happy birthday, darling.” I’m filled with delight.
We dance and we sing, as we glide around the floor,
I’m 21 again, and not a day more.
—LMT.
