7t

 

Age is not always in numbers
But how well a person lumbers
Shouldering the family's weight
With not a frown, not even slight.

There might have been times
When with no reason or rhyme
Life has been harsh on you;
better not to recall and rue.

Gone are he days of acute stress
Count on years of purest bliss
The tree that yielded ample fruits
Is the one with deeper roots.

Like you didn't hesitate to give
Accept what is given with love
Being happy is not a big trick
Pursuit is what makes one tick.

Busy life of purposeful action
With a useful activity as passion
Will see us through any wood
'long as we keep the head good.

Happy 7t!

Jan 25, 204