STIRRED....NOT SHAKEN!
Candles conspire
cards elect to keep the score
tell me I'm not young
no more the roaring boyo
more calm...cool...and collected.
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birthday cake takes my
breath away as I blow out
yet another year
but the candles relight &
cough...splutter...I'm not dead yet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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