This Old Sage

You are two-thirds of my age
And three-thirds of my height
But don’t start boasting
Because that is just not right.

Unless you boast in Christ of course
As your middle name would suggest
But please don’t preach ‘til midnight
Give that little apostle some rest.

By the time you get to be my age
You’ll be three-fourths on your way
To catching up with the years of this sage
Though your height may stay at bay.

But hey, who knows for sure, right?
After all, I'm a rather short man
By the time you catch up to my age
I may have shrunk an entire span!

Happy Birthday Nathan!!!

Love, this old sage