We are all going to his house for a big party on Saturday the 29th. And since he doesn't read my blog (even tho I gave him the address), I will post the poem I wrote for the occasion:
On My Baby Brother Turning 50
Distinguished friends and family gathered here today,
please listen to me briefly as I have some words to say.
On this notable occasion we are here to celebrate
the birthday of my brother, who is fifty on this date.
We know him as a man of honor, honest and foursquare.
He is well-traveled, well liked, even somewhat debonair.
He’s now a half century old but still he looks fine,
more wrinkles will come, it will just take some time.
Yes, my brother is turning 50 and his hair is turning grey
but some of us remember him before he got this way.
Always a handsome lad who had been known to flirt,
but once he was a little boy known to me as Johnny Burt.
He’s laughed a lot and cried a little too, and of the hard times,
I'm sure there were a few!
He’s fallen and stood right back up on his feet,
and many good people he’s had the pleasure to meet.
He’s worked very hard and played a lot too, but John,
there's not too many who can do what you do.
There are so many people around him here that care,
and hope at his one hundredth, they will be there.
Turning Fifty's not such a terrible thing,
but I can't wait to see what the next fifty brings!!!!
All my love, Cissy
2 comments:
Nice tribute to your brother's
50th birthday.
I like your George Bush counter. I hope you don't mind, but I borrowed it for my blog.
Pam,
I don't mind at all, the more we pass this good news on, the better.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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