Fifty years ago, the day of your birth.
That day you said hello to the new Earth.
Ten years old, with a glimmer in your eye,
And still today, that same humour has not run dry.
Twenty years finds yourself with the love of your life,
And three years later, she became your wife.
Thirty years old, with three little faces,
The joy and the trials, I can still see the traces.
Forty years passes, the wheels turn faster than ever,
Pedalling up and down, through each and every weather.
And here we are, reaching fifty years old,
And with every passing day I'm grateful to watch your story unfold.
YOU ARE READING
Skies Of Life
PoetryJust as the sky is different each day so are my thoughts. Here's a window to my thoughts. *disclaimer: I don't always understand them.
