For all our birthdays in 2018--a rap by Lynne

Tracking on 80, a rap by Lynne Wilburn

I have my own teeth,
my eyes are the best in the house,
sense of direction still good,
balance better than most.
I can still climb a ladder,
haul groceries from the car,
hang clothes on the lines,
cut the grass and
scoop the porches after snow and
I can still walk five miles a day.

I can't use my phone
and Windows 10 is a stinker.
I don't always smell good at the end of the day
or sleep through the night,
but I can still read and remember
and look forward to another year,
and I can still hope for the best.

Note:  This is from an actual e-mail.  All I did was space it out a little--and of course, got Lynne's permission.