In your 90’s
you may be crippled, tottering, hard of hearing, kitten weak, aliments by the
score, almost blind
But for those
of spirit who will not quit age is but a state of mind
They will
not go without a struggle as life surges to leave an aging man behind
Will not allow the chronological years place and keep one in a bind
Will not allow the chronological years place and keep one in a bind
One of the
few surviving members of the Greatest Generation who the uniform donned
A growing
number of his fellows now resting in Forest and Arlington Lawns
George H.W.
Bush in a wheel chair but who as a young man against his will had to bail
At 90 chrono
years but in spirit still a young man once again joining the jumping trail
It takes a
special breed to go into combat and from a wounded airplane bail
More so when
all systems are working not a single ready to sputter and fail
Even more so
when that man has 90 chrono years
Honoring his
vow doing something most of us would fear
The world
has been a better place with leaders like him of dignity, honor and grace
Where policy
stands on a pedestal on par with the poet and philosopher not the politician in
disgrace
The ground
today is littered with those of public service decaying into a career
With
legacies quickly forgotten not to last for many a year
Our number
41, same number as the year our Great Crusade begun
Is a man
truly unique, to face adversity and age and from it not run
A happy 90th
even if the EPA will limit the number of candles on the cake
Looking
forward to the next jump at 95 you in all likelihood will make
© June
13, 2014 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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