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Robert Lindner
I just turned 71 and since I can
still enjoy life, I'm a lucky man.
I'm a lucky man and I'm having fun.
Writing about Lucky 71.
Lucky 71
“I'm an ordinary man,
Who desires nothing more than
an ordinary chance,
to live exactly as he likes,
and do precisely what he wants.
An average man am I,
of no eccentric whim,
Who likes to live his life, free of strife,
doing whatever he thinks is best, for him,”
I'm an ordinary man
by Lerner and Lowe for My Fair Lady.
“I've got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it's cold outside I've got the month of May.
I guess you'd say, What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl).” "My Girl" by the Temptations
My birthday’s passed by and I’m one year more.
I’m one year closer than I was before,
At 70, on my way through old age.
To wherever I’m going, turning page
By page, being happy to be alive,
I am on my way to seventy-five,
And staying healthy, with good luck – so far,
My piece of the world has a lucky star,
But it’s just, “So far,” as my aunt would say.
Live in the moment, take life day by day.
No one knows their future, so I must live
In each day’s moments, and I shall give
Them what I can give. It’s probably not
As much as I’d like, but it’s what I’ve got.
Of course, that’s all there is, but it has all
Been pretty good “So far!” So you can call
Me, “Lucky.” I know it’s true. My birthday
Was a happy one. So I’m on my way
To wherever I’m going. But time goes fast.
Moment to moment, as long as it’ll last,
I’ll ride my lucky star as far as I
Can, as far as it will take me on my
Journey through life and I’m 71,
So most of my trip’s already “been there done
That.” It was fun for the most part, I’d say
That I’ll do it again, but, anyway,
Time will tell if the lucky star’s still mine.
It’s the luckiest life I could design,
If I could design luck, but though I can
make choices, I’m an ordinary man,
Who’s lucky, but that’s all I want to be.
At 71, I have to be me.
Writing that poem, and singing that song,
My Girl is playing, so I’ll sing along.
I’m 71, and wish you luck too.
But just “So Far” That’s the best I can do.
So call me, “Lucky.” I know that it’s true.
I’ve got sunshine, because the rain’s passed through.
So I can go out and walk in the fall,
As I like to do and that is all, all
I need or want, just a walk in the sun,
Happy and healthy at 71.
Lucky 71, singing my song,
My Girl is playing, so I’ll sing along.
But I can’t hit those high notes anymore
But I’ll do my best, since I know the score.
My desire is nothing more than an
Ordinary man, who sings what he can.
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