Pack Of Cards

When I was only twenty-eight
I said to old age: “You must wait! ”
It didn’t, because time and tide
don’t wait for anyone. I sighed
when I was twenty-eight but now
I look back and I wonder how
I then survived another forty
despite the fact that I was naughty,
for now, of course, I’ve reached the date
when I am old and sixty-eight,
far older than I hoped to be
when I was twenty-eight. To be
or not to be is very weighty,
but let it wait until I'm eighty.
Till then I will enjoy myself
by counting yearly up to twelve,
while every year becomes a card
within a pack for Anna, Bard.

Written to celebrate Anna Russell’s twenty-eighth birthday, anticipating my eightieth. Anna tells me she is actually twenty-seven, but I have added a year by means of my medical/poetic license.

5/26/06

by gershon hepner

Comments (2)

Well, long live darling Anna and long live you! ! ! Hang on a minute: you already did! ! With a smile of fondness, Gina.
A great birthday presented with Gershon style. Happy birthday to both you and Anna. Should have known you'd be a gemini man! lol Strength to Linda arm, is all over this great poem of yours! . Grinning at you, not giving you 68 kisses, but you can kiss my arse, if you like! ! ! rofl HAPPY BIRDAY AGAIN, each one is a fantastic achievement in my book. Tai