A Birthday Princess Poem by Phil Soar

She may be Forty-Seven, but her bod says Twenty-Three,
She may have doubts about herself, but has no need to be
Her laughter fills a room or two, her friendship is unique
She's like the perfect athlete, who hasn't passed her peak
And if she ever needs a lift, or feels the need to cry
There's always someone there on time, to help her just get by
So now her Birthday's come around, and she might feel tired and worn
The truth is, she's a Princess, from the moment she was born.