September is my month of birth.
The year was nineteen twenty-eight
My day of birth is the fourth;
Sometimes Labor Day is the date.

When I was just a sassy kid
I thought it was pretty cool
That sometimes on my birthday
People didn’t work or go to school.

I doubt if I’ll have a party with a cake
On this birthday number sixty-nine.
But maybe I’ll get a card or two
From family or friends of mine.

A birthday gift would be rather nice,
But please don’t get me wrong.
The best gift of all is going to be
Not hearing the birthday song.

How many times have I dined
With friends good and true.
When in the middle of the meal
Is heard HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU’

The servers all gather round
To sing this happy tune.
Everyone thinks it’s lots of fun
Except the redfaced honored goon.

But once, I remember well,
When dining at a fancy place.
The way the birthday girl was honored
Brought a big smile to her face.

The greeting was from the chef
In a manner quite discreet.
Happy Birthday were the words
Written on a chocolate treat.

Next year ... My gosh, can it be!
SEVENTY are the years Ill mark.
Sixty nine have been pretty good.
I hope the next one is a lark.

jhs