Happy fifty-first anniversary! A wavelet in the wash of last year's wave? Perhaps. But may you ride it happily Past the mark the last long groundswell laid, Yielding to the gentle upward grade.
For every year sweeps just a little higher, Inundating all that came before. Foam bubbles where the incoming waves retire, The champagne of the unresisting shore. Years rise and fall across that timeless floor.
For you, may each year be a year of love In which beneath the moment there is joy. Relentless as the passing years may prove, So may the lilt of life your spirits buoy, The gift of love that time cannot destroy.
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Audio and Video Music: White River. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube.