Thursday, October 1, 2015

Happy Birthday Poem Silliness

A birthday poem is my writing goal for this day,
But, alas, there is no way
I can find words under Heaven
That rhyme with birthday sixty-seven.  

Certainly there is no sixty-eleven
Although I have a friend whose name is Bevan
And I know people who won't eat leaven. 

So I'll forget the rhyming and say with glee
I thank my Lord for giving to me
Four years past birthday sixty-three

And the best I can say about being sixty-seven,
Well, that makes me one year closer to Heaven.
Splashes of Serenity on my 67th birthday!



  1. Marja Verschoor-MeijersOctober 2, 2015 at 6:32 AM

    Haha, this is great Elaine. Happy birthday!!!

  2. Thanks you! I love my birthday because God allows me to grow old. Too many I know died young and would love to celebrate their 67th birthday!


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