Loving

Her birthday arrives

Is she really sixty five

The hair once dark

Is now silvery grey

The sparkle in her eyes

It still twinkles and remains

The flush of youth has gone

But her beauty goes on and on

A life that isn’t dull but bright 

And what makes her what she is

What makes her stand apart

Is the woman that she’s become

With a generous and loving heart

 

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