Posted by ESC on March 16, 2005
May you have food and raiment,
A soft pillow for your head,
May you be forty years in heaven
Before the devil knows you're dead!
May you have warm words
on a cold evening.
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way
to your door.
May you live to be
a hundred years old
with one extra year to repent.
(From "The Big Little Book of Irish Wit & Wisdom," Black Dog and Leventhal Publishers, New York, 1993.)
May you live to comb gray hair.