The Golden Crown

On a lonely night, the old man turned
To the shelf that held his treasure;
Wonders, tears, friends of past years,
And one gift of worth beyond measure:
A crown come late, a source of joy
Lit the shelf with a golden sheen,
The old man’s glowing, growing love
For the girl from 313.

Happy, happy birthday, dear Norma.

Old Grandpa Lloyd