Fifty-Eight
As I was signing a card for my uncle's 58th birthday, I thought up some poetry that I thought I'd share with you. I didn't think these poems would be appropriate celebratory material to write in the card, but I think you might like them.
Someday when you're rich and famous,
and you have a dog named Amos,
think of your neice whose name is Katie
and send her money 'til you're eighty.
Someday when I'm old and gray,
and I finally have to say
I'm an ancient fifty-eight,
I hope I'm not packed in a crate.
Someday when you're rich and famous,
and you have a dog named Amos,
think of your neice whose name is Katie
and send her money 'til you're eighty.
Someday when I'm old and gray,
and I finally have to say
I'm an ancient fifty-eight,
I hope I'm not packed in a crate.
posted by Kate Alesso @ 5:51 PM
2 Comments:
At 12/14/2006 12:05 PM,
The Resident Writer said…
Have you ever considered a book deal for your poems?? I think it was great-profound, insightful.
At 12/15/2006 10:30 AM,
The Resident Writer said…
I like your blog,
you seem like a nice girl.
I don't have a frog,
but if I did I'd name it Myrle.
Myrle would be
a good, green friend.
He'd let me know
when my poem should end.
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