Sixty-five years,
a journey carved in time,
with hands that have held,
hearts that have healed
and moments etched in memory.
The sun has risen,
countless times to greet my days
and set with the quiet promise
of another tomorrow.
I carry laughter in my pockets,
wisdom in my scars,
and love-so much love-
woven into the fabric of my being.
Today, I stand,
not at the end,
but at a summit,
to look back, to breathe,
to move forward.
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