He's sitting front and center
as we toast him here today.
'Tis sad he'll ne'er reenter,
his youth, once bright and gay.
Despite his promising career,
his darling wife and kids;
We hope the spectors lurking near
won't send him into skids.
You see, he's turning big 5-O,
O! The trauma of it all.
His spring and summer came and went
and up ahead looms fall.
Now, at life's epicenter
bereaved with loss of fun;
To see what's waiting down the road-
Just grab life's ball and run.
1980
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Author Notes
Sadly, this old friend went middle age crazy, had affairs
and just about ruined his life.
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