Eons have come and gone
The face of life erodes
Peons and mastodon
Their treasured gold corrodes
With the passing of time
Evolutions unfold
The half century chime
One may be getting old
Happy 50th Birthday!
(dedicated to a lovely woman with a great sense of humor)
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem