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Friday, 7 June 2013

Happy Birthday

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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