I’ve been feeling strange for days now and I’ve something to discuss.
I fear my stress-filled life, is not harmoneous.
I feel so out of sorts… and I’ve begun to cuss.
That adds to the feeling that I’m somehow treasonous.
Have I forgotten something? My mind is not A Plus.
I thought it would get sharper if I ate asparagus.
I know I think about myself more than I think of us.
But I doubt that even bothers me… and thus
far I’ve found no answers for my inner vacuous.
Hey! I know who I’ll talk to. I think I’ll go call Gus.
Oh wait! Is this his birthday? I can’t call him and fuss…or cuss…or discuss treasonous. But I’ll tell him he’s A Plus to us.
Happy Birthday to a man who has been a wonderful part of our lives for over 47 years. A second father… Gus.