Half a century
in this penitentiary
of life in the flesh
and you're still fresh!
Not a chip on YOUR shoulder
even if you ARE a bit bolder,
and no vacant look to your eye,
except that good ole' Rocky Mountain High,
and the same tough fabric
to your cover-alls!
Oh, what a sentence
and you fill it with a vengeance!
You're always a mate,
on the bunk, high or low.
To the judge, I'll implore
that you get 50 more,
and I'll watch o'er your back
'til they come with the gas.
But all kidding aside,
Your heart is deep, your wisdom is wide.
May the rest of your days
be as blessed as the best,
and the nights be as warm as the sun.
(NOVEMBER 1998/SCA)
