They reckon Tezza’s close to fifty years,
that's half a century, when I'm countin’ right!
And that seems to be rather nifty. Cheers!
- to you, while you're around (but outa sight1).
So “Sire”, with your lady, Kath the “Dam”
you've weathered much (not saying whether ewe
are one of those ol’ wethers or a ram,
but seeing all ya offspring.. there's a clue!
And in the line of Sarah's Abraham,
you've set yourself to follow as his “son”,
a friend of the Creator, the I AM,
most unreligious traveler that begun
to walk around this world - along with God,
instead of running, hiding behind leaves
when there's an indication that he's trod
quite close to here, or that his spirit breathes
a wind that blows an unrest - walks about,
and Tezza walks, and works in this dry land,
instead of grumblin’, flirtin’, like a lout;
content to thank the one who helps2 him stand.
As Sarah's laugh caught on to Abe as well,
they stayed & came together in old age,
their wealth was in their promise, time would tell -
their fam'ly not their house, their heritage!
So Tezza, now at half that age - “Done well!”
You've left a bunch of boys and girls about
who'd like to, like you, try to boycott hell.
With help from your own helper, they've got clout!
- I'm in a pub in Orange, NSW, and can't see Tezza anywhere this arvo, though I'm thinkin’ of him while I write this
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