Your youth I have survived - so far
And now your day has come.
Old age ain’t what it ought to be
It’s really not that fun.
At last you’ve reached the summit
It’s all downhill from here.
And so I give you much advice
From one who’s practiced years.
To help you totter with the rest
This cane I give you now.
With instructions that you use it right
And now I’ll tell you how.
Squawk loudly with the horn
When one gets in your way.
Let ’em know you’re coming
They should move without delay.
A glance in the rearview mirror
Before you backward go,
Will warn you of the dangers
That lurk to trip down low.
The rabbit foot is added
For luck another year.
Who knows, by then a hair of gray
May even dare appear.
Love, May 1998