So it's ur fortieth birthday;
Four decades have gone n passed.
They say when u get older,
Time goes twice as fast.
I wouldn't know, of course,
Since I am still quite young,
But 4 u, d music is over;
Your last song has been sung.
u are just over d hill at forty;
u went down without a fight.
Time rushes on, and soon
That "hill" will be out of sight!
Happy Birthday Anyway!
Birthday Poetry
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