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The colored candles reflect in his eyes,
as my grandson blows and wishes away.
"We share the same cake," he says.
Sixty more candles and we're the same age.
Every November they gather and sing,
celebrating the first day we cried.
Holy those tears were, which won't come back,
drops that let us know the baby's alright.
And he walks to me all covered in frosting,
bouncing on his feet with a cone-shaped hat.
"Do you want to blow the candles next year?
I should've let you do it this time."
"Son, in the seven falls you've seen,
plus the six decades I've lived,
I learned there are more important things,
than just our own happiness.
Like helping everyone you can on the way,
that's the best satisfaction you'll get.
Don't take for granted the tiks of the clock,
but don't forget to remember the toks.
I already lived the day you're living,
though, time has worn out my memories.
But if my eyes close forever before next fall,
I want you to blow them for me."
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