Thanks for lunch*
On my 80th, celebrated, by surprise,
on consecutive Saturdays, with CZ
family and friends old and young.
19,10,25
I promised the very moon,
but to reach up and touch it
was much beyond what I could.
So I decided now, soon,
to fix my ideas that fit,
and send to you what I would.
An imperfect little thing.
A bit of light in this dark.
To talk of love, oh, a bunch.
Know that all words they do sing,
living-thoughts do hit their mark--
So much love for thee--at lunch!
I know words are not so much,
in love's scope, your life's riches.
Just the same--to me they count.
Because every byte is such.
Let not the snark of bitches
bring down from mountains you mount.
Ah, each moment's our treasure,
worth much in no small degree
showing our heaven-living.
I thank you for your measure,
calmer than those rougher seas.
You, your love, your world, giving
meaning, youth and joy to me.
Same wish for thee . . . will always be.
__________
* Translated here for non-EN speakers.
