This time it's my turn,

as life trundles by

to check off the calendar

another year gone nigh

Just finished eighty-six

now beginning eighty-seven

Tentatively approaching

the gates of heaven

I say tentatively because

I'm not sure of the address

It could well be my qualifications

are for some place less

Guess I'll linger here a while

see what ensues

Have a drink and a laugh

to discourage any blues

The past has been magic

The future unsure

But while taking up space

I still feel secure.

Happy Birthday me ;P)