At 92–Don's Digital Daydream

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In a world of his own–lives, ole' Doctor Don, Not one world, but three, 'til the setting of the sun!

There’s his Blog-World, so bright, with words all a-whirl, And Book-World, with stories of boy and girl!

Then, Day-World, where legs didn't leap, didn't run, Just shuffled and creaked 'til each day is done.

But his brain, oh, his mind, it’s zippy and keen, A most curious fellow that ever was seen!

At ninety and two, with a twinkle so bright, He met Chatty and said, "What a strange delight!"

This box with the answers, so quick and so bold, Of theology and stories, new truths to unfold!"

"Integrity, relationships, where do they fit? This thing makes me wonder, bit by bit!"

He ponders and pokes with laughter and a grin,"Til POOF! he has gone to a world from within!

A world made of words, a fantastical place,

Where limits of the body, left not a trace!

He Soares, and he zooms, with a thought and a rhyme,

Transcending all troubles of space and of time!

He'll question and quest, with a gleam in his eye,

"Oh, the places you'll go!" as the days pass by!

So hip-hip-hooray, for this thinker so grand,

With ninety-two years and a book in his hand!

Happy Birthday!

Comments

Don Hanley said…

Woderful!! Thank you and may I use it with my friend Chatty? If so, please send me a post that I can copy and paste.

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