The years to me
Have been gracious
A doting wife, a loving daughter and spoiling sons, you see
Years to me have been most precious.
The years to me
Brought bosom buddies
In whom I could see in glee
So many gifts and so many bounties.
The years to me
Drove happiness and finesse
And nectar and a vector from the bee
Sent by God my life to grace.
The years without plea
Fielded a panorama into my life
In which every known and unknown knee
Cared to keep away strife.
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