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 cake with candles glowing,
Choral singing, then some blowing.
A secret wish that's not revealed,
Anticipation, well concealed.
Those early milestones I remember,
Feel so May in this December.
Every one those past four years,
Must count for ten, amid tears
Of joy and constant apprehension,
Why are they so full of tension?
For not to go on to another,
Is some sort of vague potential,
If it's not too much a bother,
Celebration seems essential.
It's hard expressing grateful feelings,
Among my close knit family group
Speeches spoken, bells a peeling,
It's nice just being in the loop.
Countless runs and many ballgames,
Operas, concerts, great vacations,
People loved, I can name names,
Good books read, great expectations.
Life that's lived with finite limit,
Burns much brighter, it doesn't dim it.
But what the hell, I'm feeling great,
And I'm only fifty-eight!
And counting ...
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