Sixty is a number that you use for counting time,
sixty seconds, sixty minutes, and sixty years which mark your prime.
Whatever way you count them, six decades or three score,
the sum of years is less important than what you used them for.
Sometimes life's path is a simple road, sometimes a complex street,
wherever you walk you leave your prints on the hearts of those you meet.
During these past sixty years, you have strolled along life's way,
with forgiveness, kindness, and generosity as your companions every day.
So the sum of your sixty years today adds up to decades well spent,
and everyone who knows you, agrees you are heaven sent.
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| Writing Prompt |
A Poem in any style about growing ...a child , a plant, garden,feelings ...
Be as creative and imaginative as you can . You can even grow your own poem if you want. No restrictions on subject as long as it is about something (or someone) that grows. |
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