#51 (“Ye say ye don’t have birthdays. . .”)

 

Ye say ye don’t have birthdays sweet n’ere more
But wait!  Ye have a wife who’ll not forget.
Put on a happy face, my dear, not dour.
We will enjoy today indeed, and kick!
Birthdays are not to fail to see the joy
Of life we live together strong and true.
N’er rue the day, my Sweet, but give a roar
Of pleasure, peace, and happiness as lure.
I promise not to tell the year of birth
If secret ye do wish to keep from all.
Be proud of date, instead, my dear, no curse.
Maturity ye have, good judgment call.
     I love thee, alway, all time, true and good.
     I chase away a sad, abiding mood.

9/28/2016

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