STEPPING STONES

As birthdays come and go

and years go swiftly by

Each one becomes a "stepping-stones"

to that "promise land on high"

And I look forward happily

to that life that never ends

where we can visit endlessly

with our loved ones and our frieds

So in these troubled days on earth

I rejoice to know it's true

That someday I'll spend eternity

with "angels" just like you

Note:

Thanks for "you", who gave this poem for me

on my last Birthday

June 18,  2012