Ah, the Apprehension!
For the Under-50 Crowd
To view what’s to become of them
And wonder quite out loud
Is this the turning point in life?
Do years now backwards flow?
What is the reason for all the strife?
Where did my car-keys go?
As one of the Under-50 Crowd
To have this horror pending
I’ll say right here and now
I hope it’s not the ENDING!
Since Roger’s from so far away
A long lost memory
To help we’ll mix things up today
With a dinner-ectomy
His boyhood home is a world away
It’s almost noon Down Under
There, breakfast plates are put away
Here, how can we sooth his hunger?
A B&B in Wellington
Might serve a summer Brunch
I hope our menu here tonight
Will satisfy this bunch
It’s meant to make him feel no fright
We’re worried for Roger’s mind
Shhh, tell him it’s not the END tonight
Next year he’ll be forty-nine!
Moffat Lament (A Dinner Club Mourning)
By Don Bryant
29 January 2005
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