Happy Birthday poem by Iris Carden Happy birthday to me, I feel a hundred and three. Mid-fifties feel old when lupus takes hold, I’d love a day pain-free. Happy birthday once more, I feel ancient and sore. All my joints ache, and the pills that I take I’m swallowing by the score. Happy birthday, guess what? I’m complaining a lot, but really I’m glad, with the life I’ve had, there’s still so much I’ve got. I’ve a great family and love flowing free, I’ve a reason to live, and still much to give, and so happy birthday to me.
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Happy Birthday, Iris!
I feel your pain! Hang on! 🎂
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Thank you.
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You’re very welcome!
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I love the blessings you list in the last stanza…I wish I could erase the trials you struggle with as a gift for you….but it’s not in my power. Happy (belated) birthday! 💞💞💞
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Thank you. Yes, my family is a blessing and what keeps me going. When I was first diagnosed, I decided I would do whatever it took to survive until my kids grew up. Then they grew up and the oldest had a kid, so I have to stick around longer.
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💗💗💗
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