When I was a
little kid
there in that wonderful
town of Clovis
full of fine people.
on the
east side of NM
pert-near in Texas
it seemed like
there were birthday
parties galore
all the time
and they were good ones
tho' nobody came
pulling barbecuers behind
their pickups
and there were none
at bump-car places
like the Texas kids had
with later pizzas
all costing five hundred bucks
but they were good little
parties, costing maybe two
bucks, with Koolade
and cookies
at Joe Bert's and Mary Lou's
and Audrey's and
Bobby Joe's and who can
recall them all
and I got good at hitting
Collin's and Campbell's
milk bottles with clothes-pins
dropped from above
and no good at pinning on
the donkey's tail
blind-folded
Somehow, since my parents
were trying to eke out
a living in those WWII times
the years came and
went and I never once
had a birthday party
and I was secretly a little
sad and envious
But, MY TIME CAME!
It wasn't a big party
and there were no milk
bottles anymore
or clothes pins
(we have a dryer),,,,
My grown kids all came
from eight hundred-
fifty miles, just for
me
and a few others came
and Bri played
his guitar
Thus BE saw to it that
I had a birthday party
before it was too late
It was my eightieth
with one candle for
each eighty years
and it was a grand
occasion
and I saved the candle.
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Mil
9 May 17
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