Dear Old Friend
Dear good old friend,
winsome when you were green,
awesome now with graceful grey;
not withered by tiding time,
a silent stream—wearing down.
Love rustle aloud, rippling
as your face dimples with smiles, fails
to dim with age though wrinkles
furrow a once plain terrain.
Cellared wine, you are!
Sweet fragrance oozes—the pride
of aging, short of rage.
Better years, dear! Sweeter smiles!
Joy will be yours always,
each waking day a very
happy birthday.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
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