Not time to celebrate a new decade,
And not much in my past I’d trade.
But a birthday it is,
Which one is my biz,
I’d give my life till now a good grade.
Lately it’s been even better,
Unless one considers the weather,
I’m often on the run,
Sun-up till day’s done.
On my joy there is no fetter.
I have cherished friends and family,
Who are challenged to keep up with me.
I’m blessed with good health,
So I think I have wealth,
There’s more than dollars to prosperity.
By now I wish I’d written a book,
About the huge risky gambles I took.
Since all’s turned out well,
I may never tell
Of opportunities I often forsook.
I feel like a gal who is …forty,
And I like a style that is sporty,
My looks are betraying
The age I’d be saying,
A joke to Professor Moriarty.
My lucky number is not really six,
Lower numbers preferred in the mix.
That I’ve lived this long,
My heart sings a song,
But my face covets a youthful fix.
My looks may get a bit tattered,
Who cares if I seem to get fatter.
My life’s full of love;
I thank God above
For my spirit – it’s what really matters.
Happy birthday to me this month of June.
My soul is singing a grateful tune.
Though years may be mounting
It’s blessings I’m counting.
I marvel at them like the moon.