Eddie, my friend, dear Eddie,
Please give me your answer, do,
They tell me that you are 49!
Oh tell me it isn't true!!
I've always looked to you for leadership,
Your words were like jewels from heaven.
I thought that you were much older than me,
I thought you had to at least be 57.
But the respect that I have for my elders,
In your case, is hard to keep alive.
Eddie, my friend, dear Eddie,
Please tell me you're every bit of 55.
All right, all right! You win I guess!!!
I accept the fact you're younger than me.
But with that thinning hair on top of your head,
You couldn't be any younger than 53!
My breath is coming in ragged gasps,
I feel like I've been shot with a gun,
Fate cannot possibly be so cruel,
Lie to me! Please tell me you're 51.
In spite of my age, my advancing years,
I'm really feeling quite fine.
I guess there's nothing left to do
But to wish you Happy Birthday Number 49.
I've called you friend for some time now,
So I hope this wish didn't come too late.
But I swear I'll just lay right down and die,
If you tell me you're really just 48!!
Michael David
March 12, 2002
That was a stupid thing to do
around the Headless Horseman.
(Note: I had just turned 54 the month
before.)
An acquaintance at work was "celebrating" his
49th birthday and complaining about being so old.