To one of my best friends in all of cyberland - Happy Birthday! and Welcome to the Over-the-Hill Gang! We join you in mourning the passing of your youth.
So many bands I'd near forgotten,
from Head East down to Johnny Rotten:
brought back from the gloaming
by King of Wyoming:
Thanks, Rob, happy birthday... wear cotton?!
I thought a poem by someone noted for his philosophical musings on growing older would be appropriate on this occasion...
Why does a date-palm lose its leaves in autumn?
Why does every beautiful face grow in old age
Wrinkled like the back of a Libyan lizard?
Why does a full head of hair get bald?
Why is it that the Lion's strength weakens to nothing? The wrestler who could hold anyone down Is led out with two people supporting him, Their shoulders under his arms? God answers, “They put on borrowed robes And pretended they were theirs. I take the beautiful clothes back, So that you will learn the robe Of appearance is only a loan.” Your lamp was lit from another lamp. All God wants is your gratitude for that.
Jalal ad-din Rumi (1207–1273)
Have a VERY Happy Birthday, Rob, and many, many returns of same.
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