Happy Bonus Days

It's great to wake each morn,
Each day a new surprise,
The morning sun is shining
So open up your eyes.

Now that I am "sorta" old,
And my parts are quite rusty,
"Dear Lord" please give me a boost
So I can rise with safety.

Had my 39th birthday for the 44th time,
Enjoying a full time job,
Working 7 days a week 12 noon to 1 PM,
With an hour off for chow.

My lovely wife, Pat, and I will enjoy,
God's gift of bonus days in Heaven on Earth
Making living sweet in Calistoga,
With 54 candles on our Anniversary Cake.

Thanks, God, for our wonderful lives.

poem by Joe Holthaus
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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