An ambulance of time and space
Came down my way
Choking and coughing
And breaching the curb . . .
Stopped dead
An ambulatory gal got out . . .
Broke out . . .
Shouted out . . .
Hey! . . . You seventy?
Seventy?. . . Seventy?. . .
Seventy today?
Hey! . . . Birthday boy . . .
You seventy?
“Well yes . . . maybe,” I said
[ I fought a convulsive cookie toss up ]
It was her!
She grabbed!
Smiled!
It hurt a little
It hurt a friendly hit-gal smile
She smiled a friendly hit-man smile
And said
“Get in”
My son threw a surprise party for me
On my big seven-0
I never thought of my age until then
I guess I’m on bonus time now
~ Jerry Foster
