Thoughts on a birthday marked by the big 3-0.
Turning thirty, landmark age.
Well, at least says the wise sage.
As for I, another year flew by.
Special yes, happiness I confess.
Little wrinkles made their mark,
Yet my mind is still sharp.
Beauty reigns, inside and out.
Turning thirty… divine!
There is still so much more time.
Hence, no reason to pout.
Instead, celebration colours the day.
Three-oh… it is time to play!
Candles, of 30 count, flicker upon the cake. 
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Delicious, bright, and promising,
I am ready to take flight.
Turning 30, landmark age.
So says my internal sage.
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