Here’s to being one year older, each age told… that statement’s bolder. So thanks for all the birthday wishes, all you misters and all you misses!
Our youth fades yearly… so why whine? Age brings perfection along with time… Like seedlings to a bushy pine, or the grapes for a glass of wine.
Vine growth continues in the sun, where children play and run. With revolving rotations their heads rise: experiencing highs! Pies! Fries! Laughs! And sighs…
A select few become strong and wise… Experience their offspring’s offspring’s cries.
I sincerely appreciate your action, its sweet wish is kindly found, continues life’s chemical reaction, saying STRENGTH lends it…that’s profound.