Happy Birthday to Robby Burns and Boreegard!

Here is a poem sent to us by Mike O'Neil aka Boreegard on the occasion of his 66th Birthday.
Happy Birthday Bo!!

Tempus Trucks Along

I took two heavy gold timepieces out of the bank crypt today,
So that the jeweler could eyeball their current value,
For the personal articles rider.
‘Mother to Jim, April 19, 1890’ says one of them,
And the other says nothing, but proclaims silently,
“You were in the chips when I came into the family.”
Each has elaborate calligraphy carved on its golden front,
—O’N for the Old kings of Ireland and my people,
Who found their way to California back in ’49,
Enduring God only knows what terrible things.
Uncle Jim died at 59 in 1923 with no spawn.
I didn'’t know him, nor he me.

Slouching into the cusp of my 66th,
I think about my progenitors,
About where their dust might be,
What their lives must have been—, did they blush
Did they dance, did they sing?
Did they think of their future progeny?
And what might they think about
The cheapo throw-away TIMEX that I insisted be
my birthday present today?
There'’ll be no safe steel box holding it,
For the Grands to marvel over.
Tempus fuget indeed.

Boreegard

Enduring a snotty head cold
upon his natal date
January 25, 2008