pen your daringest thoughts
of deeply cherished rhyme
and place them trustingly within
the gentle confines of these crisply offered
clean white pages
and just remember
the number '43' never had it quite so good
as when you inhabited its narrow yet fine
graceful corners while marking the careful
edges of your own allotted time
and never for even the blink of a moment
doubt that to me you are forever a man
residing rather well within
his splendid prime
so have a stupendously Happy Birthday
my so very dear and uniquely special you
I hope you take such great joy from the
numerous little tokens of my so apparent
gentle fondness where you are concerned
as they are geared for the unharnessed
pleasure of your so very fetching mind
consider each one as a tangible form of
thankfulness for the rich friendship we
both have so lavishly dine upon together
and without boundaries it has become
as near as it can be to that of so earthly
sublime
and so on this day
your day
know that my very soul
if she could
would gladly reach out and cheerfully
embrace the enchanting essence of your very
own
but since she sadly enough can not
then see these gifts as but humble legs
that walk to you quite joyously in her silent
stead
I find myself lingering in the wish
that they pay a modicum of homage to at least
some of your likes......................
(Birthday poem written in the mid 90s some time
to my pen pal Dave in Michigan)