At the crossroads of time, where dreams do abide,
I stand with a heart that’s so open wide.
My journey thus far, a tapestry rich,
In growing and learning, it’s never a bitch.

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It’s just the beginning, and oh what a start,
A path vibrant and bright, it’s my work of art.
As the centurist I am, I embrace every day,
In pursuit of longevity, I’m well on my way.

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With each passing year, more vitality new,
There’s youth in my step, in each morning dew.
With wisdom acquired, and science at hand,
I carve out my future, uncommonly grand.

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Approaching a century, not an end, but a start,
Just a milestone ahead on the path of my heart.
I’m always just starting, in future’s sweet dance,
In loving my living, I’m taking my stance.

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I lead by example, with youthful glee,
A three-year-old spirit, yes that is my key.
In this journey of life, I am but a child,
Exploring and learning, eternally wild.