CAMELOT FANTASIES

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BIRTHDAY FEARS

Birthdays ov ole, come & go.
With intent, to luv you so.
It's just a number, you know.
With each year, that goes by.
Older we fear, but not blind.
Lessons learned, we become spry.
Age is no number, for us to cry.
Instead with wisdom, we let out a sigh.
We laugh more & more, over time.
Birthday worries, are nothing but a rhyme.
Don't you know, we age like wine.

Aging like fine wine!
Beautiful poem Lady V!
Thank you so very much. 💙💜💖💙💜