When I put cantos in a note,
Year on year to greet the dear
A ball more to the age case,
With a note, you are grown old by one.
Days of yore covered a series,
From munching the chockies,
The lovely dawdle time,
Now the vim and vigor!
A crack of dawn and the sun down,
The clock ticks twenty four rings,
Ups and down; either at a time
The merry moments and the torments!
Now when the one more plus one
To the traveled skies,
I wish a shift to a new height,
Good to better and to the best!!!