Greetings pour in the morning, by the evening, it's a mere trickle,
As I smile throughout the day in joy, by the end, it's morphed into a wrinkle.
A wrinkle, gently woven in time, for the day you own, the tessarect,
You can travel as you wish to the golden days, relive, and resurrect.
The next 364 days are a fresh account, use today's credits to make a deposit.
Its Best Use By date is exactly next year, on your greetings, you can't just sit.
Bleed greetings daily, slow and nice, color red their special day,
Take time to connect and wish them, so on your special day, they may.
What goes around, does come back, for Karma is a saint,
The more you sprinkle on their timeline, the more your wall they'll paint.
50 people wished me today, each thoughtful, and in their own way kind,
Pressed by time or due to habit, I wrote 'thanks' without paying mind.
I wish to thank all those who wished, I want to make amends,
So 'Thank You' and wish you in advance, as my birthday comes to an end.
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