July 20th...”SHARE A BIRTHDAY PARTY MEMORY OR PHILOSOPHY.”
POEM – “They All Came And Went” by N. Elliott Noorlun
When I ponder my birthdays, They all came and went,
Faster than bucks, In my pocket are spent.
I often muse on when I was young,
How parties n presents, My direction were flung.
There’d be cake n candles, Gram n Gramps would be there,
Celebrating with me, In my fine blondish hair.
Later, games with friends, Sometimes overnighters,
We’d watch scary movies, Those real nail biters.
It was all great fun, Come each January,
When I’d get sister hugs, From our dear Rosemary.
Over time, those years of life would fly,
As candles on top of cake’d multiply.
And soon it would take, One heck of a blow,
To “poof” candles out, And start the show.
Yet another observance, Did come to my mind,
That with passing of years, I was soon to find,
Fewer and fewer, Family and friends,
They’d gotten too busy, To make the bends,
Of coming or phoning, Or sharing a card,
Life just gets so busy, It’s really quite hard.
“Besides, he’s so grown up”, “He doesn’t need us”,
“To buy him a present”, “Or show a big fuss”.
T’was then my philosophy, Of birthdays was born,
No matter how old, No matter how worn.
My first day of life, Only thing that I did,
Was lay around, eat, And sleep under lid,
Of blanket so cozy, By my momma’s care,
I felt so good, And comforted there.
So now when my “day”, Comes around each year,
I buy all the goodies, I love and hold dear.
I lay around, sleep, And eat till I bust,
At least this boy, Remembers the gust,
Of being happy, And thankful for,
Every year of life, This side of Heaven’s Shore.
Norwegian Farmer's Son 