To a Friend
Are you still just as tall?
Are your eyes still as blue?
Has your hairline receded
an inch, maybe two?
Are your teeth still O. Q.
Or brand spanking new?
Not to worry, dear Moose,
To me you�re still you.
If your memory�s gone cloudy,
Your eyesight is failing.
And your knees sound like sticks
Run across the porch railing.
Just remember my friend,
On this side of the hill,
Vanities of years past
Get tossed out with the swill.
Our hair has gone gray
And our waistlines are growing
We�ve wrinkles galore
And our cellulite�s showing
I am still LeftyPaw
You�re still the Moose
But in fifty-two years,
We'll be spirits on the loose.
Revised 11/05/04
Revised 11/05/05
Revised 11/05/06
