Tell me I’m sitting in clover;
Encourage me, cheer me, go on;
Say that life’s only half over–
But the half I am sure of is gone.
Preach attitude, and the old fable
A man’s just as old as he feels;
Ignore my gray hairs, and at table,
My too-close attention to meals.
Regale me with stories inspiring
Of folks who, much older than I,
Got rich through their efforts untiring,
Sheer pluck, and the old College Try.
Assure me I’m peppy as Rover,
And while I am breathing What Rot,
Repeat life is only half over–
The half I can count on is shot.
by Ray Romine Thursday, March 15, 1951
