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Birthday/Age
May 5th, 2008
| Lines on Facing Forty by Ogden Nash I have a bone to pick with fate, Father Time is not always a hard parent, and, though he tarries for none of his children, often lays his hand lightly upon those who have used him well; making them old men and women inexorably enough, but leaving their hearts and spirits young and in full vigour. With such people the grey head is but the impression of the old fellow’s hand in giving them his blessing, and every wrinkle but a notch in the quiet calendar of a well-spent life. ~ Charles Dickens The Wish by Ann FridayEach birthday wish I’ve ever made Really does come true. Each year I wish I’ll grow some more And every year I do! When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age. ~ Victor Hugo What to Count by Emilie BarnesDon’t count how many years you’ve spent, Just count the good you’ve done; The times you’ve lent a helping hand, The friends that you have won. Count your deeds of kindness, Children’s Party by Ogden NashMay I join you in the doghouse, Rover? I wish to retire till the party’s over. Since three o’clock I’ve done my best To entertain each tiny guest.My conscience now I’ve left behind me, And if they want me, let them find me. I blew their bubbles, I sailed their boats, I kept them from each other’s throats. I told them tales of magic lands, Of similarities there’s lots Oh, progeny playing by itself Shunned are the games a parent proposes, Their joy needs another woe’s to cushion it, And inform the assembly with tears and glares But not till after the party’s over, Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been. ~ Mark Twain Four Years Old by Joan Walsh AnglundSomething’s happened! It happened to me! Yesterday, I was only three. But when today came through the door, suddenly I turned to FOUR! Today You Are Ten by Delora Burrow-BradishI can hardly believe, That today you are ten. I wish you were still little, But I cannot pretend. You have grown to be strong, Sensitive and kind. When I see you out playing I can’t believe you are mine. Talented, athletic, funny and sweet, You drink a gallon of milk every week! I can hardly keep up. You are growing so fast. Ten years as your mother Is now a thing of the past. My prayer? My hope? My dream for your life? Love God. Seek His word. Do what is right. My heart? My ambition? My desire everyday? To love you and train you To walk in His ways. |
What is a One-Year-Old?
A One-year-old daughter A hugger of Teddies, A special new person And, just when you think A hug or a grin Five Years Old by Marie Louise AllenPlease, everybody, look at me! Today I’m five years old, you see! And after this, I won’t be four, Not ever, ever, anymore! I won’t be three - or two - or one, For that was when I’d first begun. Now I’ll be five a while, and then I’ll soon be something else again. Two And a Half Hold him a little longer, Thirty-five is a very attractive age, London society is full of women of the very highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained thirty-five for years. ~ Jean Rostand Thirteen by Nicholas GordonThirteen is a very lucky age! Happiness comes tumbling out the door Instantly a-giggle with a friend, Returning with the bounce of empty bliss. There’s no better ecstasy than this, The Birthday Child by Rose FylemanEverything’s been different All the day long, Lovely things have happened, Nothing has gone wrong. Nobody has scolded me, To A Child by Christopher MorelyThe greatest poem ever known Is one all poets have outgrown. The poetry, innate, untold, Of being only four years old. Now We Are Six by A.A. MilneWhen I was one, I was just begun. When I was two, When I was three, When I was four, When I was five, But now I am six, I’m as clever as clever. Over The Hill by Lona HatfieldOver the Hill and sliding down fast, You knew being young just couldn’t last. Your back goes out the eyes grow dim, Aches and pains are constant companions The memory is fading, names you forget The slide down the other side of the hill Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death. ~ Walt Whitman |
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Ogden Nash poems Copyright © by Linell Nash Smith and Isabel Nash Eberstadt
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