For Birthday Cards

For him in vain the envious seasons roll

who bears eternal summer in his soul.

Your're not forty;

you're eighteen,

 with twenty two years of experience.

He not busy living; 

is busy dying.

Everyone is the age of their heart.

To keep the heart unwrinkled,

to be hopeful,

kindly, cheerful, reverent;

that is to triumph over old age.

Because time itself is like a spiral

something special happens on your birthday each year:

The same energy that nature invested in you at birth

 is present once again.

The more you praise and celebrate your life,

the more there is in life

to celebrate.

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.

And in the end,

it's not the years in your life that count.

 It's the life in your years.

With mirth and laughter,

let the wrinkles come.

Growing old is mandatory;

growing up is optional.

A birthday is just the first day

 of another 365-day journey around the sun.

Wisdom doesn't necessarily come with age.

Sometimes age just shows up all by itself.

The first hundred years are always the hardest.

A true friend remembers your birthday;

but not your age.

There are three hundred and sixty-four days,

when you might get un-birthday presents;

and only one for birthday presents,

you know.

May you live to be a hundred;

 and may the last voice you hear;

be mine. 

The happiest people seem to be those;

who have no particular reason for being happy;

except that they are.

Snowflakes spill from heaven's hand
Lovely and chaste like smooth white sand.
A veil of wonder laced in light
Falling Gently on a winter's night.


Graceful beauty raining down
giving magic to the lifeless groun.
Each snowflake like a falling star
Smiling beauty that's seen afar.


Till earth is dressed in a robe of white
Unspoken poem the hush of night.

Birthday Blessings
Instead of counting candles,
or tallying the years,
 Contemplate your blessings now, 
As your birthday nears.


Consider special people
 Who love you, and who care,
And others who've enriched your life
Just by being there.


Think about the memories
Passing years can never mar,
 Experiences great and small
 That have made you who you are.


Another year is a happy gift,
 So cut your cake, and say,
 "Instead of counting birthdays,
 I count blessings every day!"