Russell G. Robison

SIXTY-FOUR

Thinking of what’s still inside
And what is left of me
Wondering just how many days
Are left for me to see

Once more it is my birthday
Oh I’ve come so far my friend
And what a crazy journey I admit
That it has been

Never dreamed that I would get this far
I owe that to my friends
How many more that I will see
Well that my friend depends

Inside my head a voice
Is saying hurry, get it done
For this may be your birthday
But it might be your last one