Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

(16 December 1943 / Nottingham)

For My Grandson Jorge, On His Barmitzvah


Sorry I cannot be with you
On this your special day,
But I shall be thinking of you
When you go out to play.
Experience all the pleasures
Of land, and sea, and folk
May the day be full of happiness
Without cares, and rain, and smoke.

Remember that you are still young
Although today you become a Man,
May Fortune and Health be with you
As often as they can.

I end these words of wisdom
With love and good wishes too
To enjoy this 13th Birthday
With all who are with you.

Copyright (c) Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 25 August 2003

Submitted: Monday, October 10, 2005
Edited: Wednesday, February 22, 2012

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