An Ode to Self

Eighteenth May, I turned sixty-three

A gift to self I keyed in this poetry. 

Smart as I am with a phone in hand, no dearth of words, they were on a spree. 

You too can enjoy, no fees, it is totally free. 

I got up like I do any other day

My wife and daughter gave me a hug and wished me on my birthday

May comes and goes but some memories stay

Songs of myriad tunes hold their sway. 

They say age is all in the mind

I feel young, life has been kind. 

Enjoying the fruits of my labor, without the rind.

Words keep me company and keep me in a bind.