Cue for a Song

We measure time in minutes and seconds,
That flash past our minds like streak lightning,
But, at seventy-five, there is still time that beckons,
Even though joints and muscles start tightening.

But please, never fear, keep taking the pills,
Enjoying each day as it comes.
You’ve made it this far, though you’ve climbed some steep hills,
In spite of those arthritic bones.

Our childhood had moments when we scrapped with each other,
But there’s one thing that will never falter,
You’re not heavy because you are always my brother,
And that’s one thing that I’d never alter.

Happy Birthday Bro’