Today marks the date upon which I was born
So should I be happy or sulk, sob, and mourn?
This is Bastille Day - My 61st one
And I'm thankful for wife and for daughter and son
But it's almost two years since I've had a real job
Though I keep myself well, won't turn into a slob
I need a good challenge, a deadline to meet
A worthwhile cause to get back on my feet
But time marches on and no progress is made
The economy stinks and my prospects do fade
The country is mired in partisan crap
And with nowhere to turn we are caught in a trap
So I'll blow out my candles and wish that this year
Will be filled with a paycheck, good health and good cheer!