Birthdays Come
Birthdays come
but never go...
the age remains
as candles less glow;
the cake retains
a waist will show...
(hopefully, there is equal
love to know) –
Though a life can be measured
by girth in inches; as a horse often measured
by hands and cinches –
and by trophies, above the mantel –
with a champion saddle, having a silver signed
cantle –
But the sum of man's darkness, Heaven's
record of all, will determine if a generation
to rise or fall
whether angels near us scatter or rally
for our God keeps, a righteous tally....
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