Wednesday, November 26, 2014

the walk of time and place



When I am sixty five
Will I get a Valentine?
In the mail or in the web?
When my hair turn black from white?

I use to hop on planes
Unpacked my luggage look at the nights
Counting the stars wondering its shine
Thinking of the time I am sixty five

On the house facing the sea
I take my time to have a rest
Counting my blessing
God is kind in every way

With candles to blow
With birthday cake to say
It is my birthday
When I am sixty five”

The birthday rings
The loudest on this day
The stars will shine
The songs will make you smile

The Happy Birthday Choo
The wishes come through
Wine, cake and candles
And the walk of time and place


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