Happy Birthday
If I live to be one hundred years old,
Then I am now a third of my way through this life.
But then, numbers are a man conceived notion,
time harnessed by the calenders and clocks.
I don't feel as old as I suppose I should feel;
And it was only yesterday I was but a child.
Does that mean I'll be an old man tomorrow?
If so, I will only be old in body.
My spirit will always be young;
My energy will always be sprightly;
My mind will always be willing;
Even if my wrinkled, withering, desiccated carcass is not.
By J. Barrett
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