Happy Birthing Day
31 and sorrow's done and winter's gone behind
I look ahead to sunlit roads and map them out in mind
That shadows still will fall, and yet be dappled by the light
That troubles pass and new days dawn and hope persists
In spite of all that we may have to fear, or what else comes to pass
Still we can only walk and reach the path's far end at last.
So travel on, my weary friend, hold head and standard high
Eat bread and gather roses and be free beneath blue sky.