2019/05/18

Five Three. FIVE. THREE.

Da Goddess @ 00:01

I’ve made it to 53.
For the first time in ages, I feel free.
It might seem silly or somewhat trite,
But I’m making note, as is my right.
I never expected I’d live so long;
I figured by now, I’d be gone.
But now it appears I’ve made it through
And I attribute much of this to you.
You’ve been amazing, of this I’m sure.
You’ve given me friendship true and pure.
I think this is a good place to stop,
As I’ve run out of rhymes…*

This year’s mission statement is:

* No reason for this to have been a rather awful poem, it just happened. I promise not to make a habit of this. Thank you for your support.

2 Comments

  1. Happiest of Birthdays!!! I wish I had courage, but I KNOW you do! <3

    Comment by pam — 2019/05/19 @ 10:04

  2. I’m in fake it til you make it mode. :D

    Comment by Da Goddess — 2019/05/20 @ 01:38

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