If, When I Am His Age Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

If, When I Am His Age



I am offered a plum role.....I shall accept it...
.he was wise enough to have done so.....
I speak of a certain Canadian fellow.....whose history as an actor covers, uh, the Globe...and beyond it.....trekking...
to come to rest...and play...
in a Boston courtroom.....his finest hour, in my estimation...
.as a character who shares my nom-de-plumerial initials, D. C.......
and with whom I share a day in March...the twentysecond.....

Happy Birthday, Bill.....you, me, Stephen Sondheim, Chico Marx.......wouldn't that be one fine party.....! ! ? ?


ruminations watching Sunday night reruns......

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