So Fred Babbin is growing old,
Not much of a story here to be told
But just recognition that someday soon
We all must dance to our Maker's tune.

Yet when you have not much time to kill
Then it's best that you make the best of what you will
And write poems that have a meaning to you alone
For others may mistake the elements of the poem.

Your poem of how God came to be
Is one of my favorite bits of poetry.
For you surmise (and rightly so)
That trying to make better is what makes us go.

So keep the spirit alive and sound,
And forget the feelings of aging bones that abound
For this year and many more to come
Will bless you in God's Kingdom.

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Sidi J. Mahtrow

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