When I was young, I wanted to be twenty-one. When twenty-one came, I was thrilled and it made my day. So thrilled, each year I stayed twenty-one. When I turned fifty, my husband gave me a surprise party. I then decide to turn twenty-two, each year I stayed twenty-two. When I turned sixty, at the party I turned twenty-three. Birthday time is what you make of it, young or old where will you stay in time. After all it is just a day, your very special day for one year.
Date Written: 6/8/2020
3 Place Time Contest Judged:6/11/2020 Sponsored by:Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020
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