Like innumerable tears,
Falling from leaves on grass,
The years fly and who knows
What yet will come to.pass.
As time shifts from the womb,
Love fades and loss looms;
Clear skies that once shone
Are now choked by life’s fumes.
The countless upon countless
Leaves of grass wilt in the heat,
Years age through seasons of time,
Until in death they all shall meet
Hearts Still Care 
Oh, weaker resistance, slower reflexes, Amycus,” said Dumbledore. “Old age, in short…One day, perhaps, it will happen to you…if you are lucky….”
You are lucky if you live and dying is the only sure shot way to prevent ageing.
So happy 48th two days in advance and here is looking forward to many other happy birthdays
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