A Continuing Response to Walter Savage Landor On His Seventy-Fifth Birthday

Kay Kinghammer

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife,
Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art;
I warmed both hands before the fire of life,
It sinks, and I am ready to depart. – Walter Savage Landor
On Her Thirty-Fourth Year
I strove with none, not an aggressive sort.
Men I loved, and next to them, sex and food.
I toasted my backside; the front was hot to start.
Time cools the flame, and also, the mood.
On Her Thirty-Ninth Year
I’ve spent my life in constant contention.
I lose a few and win a few each day.
God and the Devil compete for my attention.
Don’t want to die and so I think I’ll stay.
On Her Fiftieth Year
It’s a battle just to stay alive this year.
It seems I should have come to life a boy.
It’s more than just the aging that I fear;
I fear that I have lost my greatest joy.
On Her Fifty-Second Year
Moping Shirley’s got up and gone away.
Silly Sally’s boppin’, got the beat.
The words still dance and they still want to play.
Life is fine and rhyming’s still a treat!
On Her Fifty-Fifth Year
Moping Shirley’s gone away this year.
Comfortable in my body, I enjoy
Memories of pleasures once so dear.
Pain’s forgot. No longer Nature’s toy!
On Her Sixty-Seventh Year
Responsible Rachel and Resentful Rita live here
Along with Silly Sally and little old me.
We’ve fought for sole possession all this year.
No one has won. I guess we’ll wait and see.
On Her Sixty-Ninth Year
This is the part about my father. –
Without you I wouldn’t be here.
So thanks for that much, no further,
Not big on forgiveness, I fear.
On Her Seventieth Year
I’ve spent my life in constant contention.
I lose a few and win a few each day.
God and the Devil compete for my attention.
Don’t want to die and so I think I’ll stay.