Happy 90th, Dad
Brother and Father, true
Of 90 years, they have no clue
Grandchildren rush to wishes, send
None yet, from the great-grandson at Trent's end
Born in the depression pit
Promised relief if at desk, you sit
Watched a subcontinental tear
To join a state of emergency, rare
From steamship to service royal
You proved yourself truly loyal
The crown's agents embraced you, sure
For their empire's profit, pure
You, in stature, grow
Wife and kids in tow
Gave them your all
Theirs to rise and fall
A new crown stalks the land
They miss the card in your hand
Joke's on them, right
Let them learn a nonagenarian's might
From the prodigal, a wish in rhyme
This sixty-second time
No mere words, off a duck's back
True feelings of love, don't lack
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