An old man woke up on a beautiful morning, beaming with joy to celebrate his 92nd birthday. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he looked down at his feet and decided to have a little chat with his body parts.
“Hello, toes!” he whispered warmly. “How are you doing? You know, you are ninety-two today. Oh, the wonderful times we’ve shared! Remember when we used to walk through the park every single Sunday afternoon? Or those endless nights we waltzed across the dance floor? Happy birthday, toes!”
He looked up slightly. “Hello, knees! How are you? You’re ninety-two today, too. What a journey we’ve had! Remember when we marched proudly in the parade? And oh, all those high hurdles we jumped together over the years. Happy birthday, knees.”
Finally, the old man looked down at his lap, sighed deeply, and said,
“And hello, Willie, you little rascal. Just think… if you were alive today, you’d be ninety-two, too.”
