Are my calculations kind?
Is this the year you start anew?
At Forty – it's the thing to do.
So much achieved – a sharp-eyed son
And in the bakery – a bun
Although the secret's wisely kept
You'll soon know whom to expect...
So your birthday this year is big news
I'd come to Oz if I could choose
But a world away means that I come
With greetings to a special Mum!
Words, warm thoughts and hugs I send
You know I care and am your friend
Take it easy – but for goodness' sake
Do enjoy some birthday cake!
(c) Poet in the woods 2017
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