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Count The Treasures
To my youngest son Donald on his 30th. Happy birthday my son xxx
My little boy`s at last a man
Thirty now, beginning,
Designing now his lifelong plan
Keeping right on singing.
Still young enough to live the dream
And all it will entail
But old enough to realise
Sometimes, we all can fail
That`s okay, we start again
And just keep right on trying
Even `though we are in pain
And sometimes can`t stop crying.
Somewhere deep within our soul
We find we can be strong
Faith in God will keep us whole
And help us carry on.
Thirty is the time to live
Each moment to the full
A time to take, a time to give
That`s the golden rule.
I am happy that you`re mine
My bonnie special lad
Count the treasures, not the time
And try not to be sad
We all have allotted space
To do all than we can
I did my bit in life`s long race
When I made you young man.
Have a happy life my son
Make your dreams come true
Be proud of all the things you`ve done
And all the things you`ll do.
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