Happy Birthday to Mike Peich
The tall skinny boy you were at twenty
looks from the bathroom mirror as you stand
trimming his white moustache at seventy.
A toast to every grain of hour-glass sand!
Marilyn Nelson
Seventieth Birthday Encomium to Michael Peich
To one who stood where Barber stood,
And said, "Hey, why not get some rhyme here?"
Who sips rich pinot, calls it good,
And scoffs at mention of Bud Lime beer;
To one with Phillies seats reserved,
And dapper with his white mustache;
One, like a pickle, well preserved,
Balanced and tall, as the White Ash,
I send this period of praise,
To set his character on the page,
And wish that still more happy days
May crown his seventy years of age.
James Matthew Wilson
Good old Mike Peich,
He's really still a tyke:
At seventy he's able
To drink us under the table.
Ernest Hilbert
PEIKU
"Forgive all friends' poems,"
Says Buddha. Christ concurs. Mike --
Smiles behind the stache?
Mark Dawson
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