Happy Birthday, Marjorie
I was hoping you’d get up today,
I’m glad you’re still alive;
After all, it isn’t every day,
That one turns sixty five.
Congratulations are in store,
For making it so far;
You’ve opened yet another door,
And raised again the bar.
This could be a new experience—
Living with a senior wife—
But it likely won’t make a difference,
Since together we’ve spent our life.
I guess I can’t surprise you much,
There’s really nothing new;
But thank you for your loving touch,
I so depend on you.
You make me happy and alive,
You’re better than a gem;
You give me purpose and my drive,
You’re my best and only friend.
Why you chose me and endure,
Is a mystery to me;
You’re so good and you’re so pure,
That you’ve set my spirit free.
I couldn’t do without you, dear,
I’m happy, singing, humming;
I know I’ll stay full of cheer,
If you keep those birthdays coming.