If you and I were brisk and free
To go and come as we used to be,
I'd take you out for a birthday feast
And we'd paint the town pale pink at least.
But your knees are stiff and my eyes are dim
And my ears are dull and we haven't the vim
For much of a spree
And so you see
I'm sending the price of the dinner and paint
And all the rest of the things that ain't,
You'll have to stage your own celebration
Without regard to your aged relation.
I'm packing in here best wishes sincere
For a joyous year full of peace and good cheer
They are sent by one who loves you dear.
Your Co-Antique C.E.K.