Poem
for Rob
What does it mean to be the best?
It isn’t a contest among the rest.
It happens when fate meets the test of time;
One in a million -- with faith, hope, and love - it shines;
The crème de la crème always rises.
Such is Life, with its periodic surprises.
Who do you want on that wall? Red Sky at night or
squall;
On the horizon - one who stands tall;
Laughing out loud, the last -- youngest but never
the least;
Strong and smart -- as a gentle beast.
Propose a toast to all that is great;
Family, friends and twist of fate.
Pop the cork, rock solid and steady, willing, able, always
ready;
Bang on copper-bottom pots and pans, throw confetti.
A year older. Another year wiser. Never give up the fight.
You are proof that mom and dad would
eventually get it right.A year older. Another year wiser. Never give up the fight.
Happy Birthday Rob Morgan August 30, 2015
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