Birthday Pony

Thy eternal summer shall not fade indeed, for as the great Lincoln said "in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years." And what a life it is!

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare - "Sonnet XVIII"

Y como bonus track, unos amigos de Washington te han dedicado una canción:
Fugazi - "Birthday Pony"