What's Your Secret

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What's Your SecretHe said he felt younger than ninetyas his wife thanked that reporter kindlyfor driving up from Houston for the interviewhe was embarrassed to say sobut he'd been on the Today showwhen he turned a hundred late last Junehis face was full of linescut deep by wind and timethat newshound felt like a kidwhen he took out his pen and saidwhat's your secretwhat's kept you goin' so longyou must be stubbornyour heart must be strongdo you thank your lucky starscos fortune only gets you so farrich and poor, peace and warmister you've seen it alland heard even moreyour wisdom's a pearlso c'mon...tell the worldwhat's your secrethe said well I eat more beef than fiberI like some moonshine in my winter ciderand I even puff a corncob now and thenmy lovely wife...she's ninety-sevenso my last eighty years of livin'in this earthly shell have been heaven-sentthat guy dropped his notepadcapped his pen and cocked his hatsaid waitaminnit hereyou've been wed eighty yearswhat's your secretwhat's kept you goin' so longyou must be stubbornyour heart must be strongdo you thank your lucky starscos fortune only gets you so farrich and poor, peace and warmister you've seen it alland heard even moreyour wisdom's a pearlso c'mon...tell the worldwhat's your secretwe were born before modern life took holdson, you're too young to know how to get oldit's the rose below and the Lord abovenot what you eat but how you loveif that's something you can't seeit's no good askin' mewhat's your secretwhat's your secret(c)2006 Robert George