To Bernice Bingham (Cousin “Bernie on her 73rd birthday) by Martha Compton (May 29, 1981)



Hang in there Bernie,

The world’s not so bad,

It’s just that we miss

The fun that we had

Wen life was so simple

And troubles where few—

Springtime brought rhubarb,

Wild roses woth dew.

The morning routine

When the sun came out hot,

Was to make the beds

And empty the pot.

All’s different now—

Complications galore!

Lord knows what tomorrow

Will bring to our door.

We don’t have much choice

But there is one hitch,

If forced to adjust,

We’re still free to bitch!




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