It is my friend's 40th birthday, a special event. I marked it with this poem.
Birthdays come and birthdays go
But this one is a special kind
That ends with zero just to show
Another decade lies behind.
Moustaches from your nose will grow
From this day forward, you will find;
To show the wisdom of your years,
Grey tufts shall sprout out from your ears.
Copyright © 2009 Desmond Hilary
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