19 June, 2010

This used to be on the wall in my fathers den

The horse and mule live thirty years

And never knows of wines and beers.

The goat and sheep at twenty die

Without a taste of scotch or rye.

The cow drinks water by the ton

And at eighteen is mostly done.

The dog at fifteen cashes in

Without the aid of rum or gin.

The modest, sober, bone-dry hen

Lays eggs for noggs and dies at ten.

But sinful, ginful, rum-soaked men

Survive three-score years and ten.

And some of us...though mighty few

Keep drinkin' 'til we're ninety-two.

Happy Father's Day, Daddy.

You are missed.

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