birthdays and death

Birthdays come and go;
if we'll have another, we do not know.
But here is advice of which I'm sure:
for getting older, there is no cure.

So, we should eat, drink and be merry.
Eat that triple dip sundae topped with nuts and a cherry?
For on this, our birthday month, I'm happy to tell
I kicked the grim reaper back to hell.

"Old man," said I, "you find yourself other souls,
cause today it won't be us for whom the bell tolls.
It's our birthday and I'm proud to say,
We're gonna see another day."

A GREAT BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY COUSINS, GORDY AND JOYCE, AND MY FRIEND CAROL IN PENNSYLVANIA.