When I was seventeen When I was seventeen, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights. We'd hide from the light on the village green when I was seventeen. When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stairs With perfumed hair that came undone when I was twenty-one. When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls of independent means. We'd ride in limousines their chauffeurs would drive when I was thirty-five. But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of the year and now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs From the brim to the dregs, it poured sweet and clear. It was a very good year My thanks to all of you who posted Birthday greetings as well as to those who sent them through E mail or stopped by the Garden. It has been a very good year indeed,  filled with the enjoyment of long time as well as new relationships with kind, caring, and considerate people. Thank you all so very much ﺼﺸ§hìftìñgWìñdﻌﺼ