In so much as I age,
Memory tends to fail
And forgetfullness is high
When important days come round.
My calander is written upon,
To enhance those special times
And sometimes I forget to look
Even tho it is in front of me.
But there is two days special
That I will not forget...
One is when we were married
And the other is your birthday.
So when I tell you of happiness
On these grand ole days,
Remember about this ode
And the way my mind does work.
After all that is said and done,
I wish only to say two more things.
Happy Birthday dearest,
And I love you.
by Jann Newland
(copyright 11-2004)
