Happy middle of thirty something, Mike C

“Forever Young Mike C ”

Guess who’s thirty five,
No, it’s no untrue jive
It’s happened just the same
To our guy, Mike C, his name

So what’s changed, some might ask
That might not be an easy task.
He smiles big and hugs us tight,
And admits when Natly’s right.

He still has that Mike style giggle,
Goofs off and makes Jordan wiggle.
Basketball is still his main game,
Ref Mike, his new claim to fame.

He’s a leaner home owner too,
But still a connoisseur of shoes.
His strong arms give helpful service,
Compliments, though, make him nervous.

They say dogs and little kids eyes
detect true character from lies.
Maximus, nieces and nephews
All dub Uncle Mike a hero

It’s not Mike’s age that matters
among us, his Cain Clan chatters.
His happy spirit and big heart
From all others, set him apart.

Karen Cain, mom-in-law