SEVENTY YEARS OF JOY

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Here’s a short poem for my friend Joy who celebrated her birthday recently. She’s one of the most energetic people I know.

JOY

The sun descends and night-time falls,

As guests converge on Crooked Walls.

A wonderous beauty,

Full of mirth,

Celebrates her day of birth.

Hey nonny no,

And mirth a plenty,

She looks no more

Than one and twenty.

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About rhymebydesign

Mother, grandmother, mainstream poet and short story writer. Started off in life as a teacher, but then moved out of the classroom in to educational administration. Curious about what makes people tick, including my own tickings! I enjoy long walks, thought provoking books, theatre and leading a simple life. I offer a customised poetry writing service for any occasion you might like to mark. Contact me at rhymebydesign@hotmail.com for a quick quote.

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