My dear, talented, English friend, Mike Walker, wrote (and read) this poem for my birthday:
"40"
So you're forty and still counting, right?
Your party could go on right into the night
But in fading starlight and sunshine calling
We could easily extend it right into the morning
We've ordered a limo with 'Den' at the wheel
O.K. We lied about the limo, but 'Den' is for real.
So just relax, get ready to swing
After all, it isn't often you approach the big 4-0
Take a quick break from the video camera,
The mellow guitar and the microphone handle
Let the music play on and the keyboards ramble
After all, it isn't often you get to the big 4-0
Happy Birthday from all who connect with you, Pash
Take it easy, relax, no need to rush
Happy Birthday from all in the Red Rock Zone
Next year, we are hiring the Astrodome!
Here's cheers for the big 4-0
For one who is cherished and loved by all
By the way, we have solved the problem of the missing limo
Den has camouflaged his truck and is ready to go!
With love and best wishes,
Mike
