Five Three. FIVE. THREE.
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.
Happiest of Birthdays!!! I wish I had courage, but I KNOW you do! <3
Comment by pam — 2019/05/19 @ 10:04
I’m in fake it til you make it mode.
Comment by Da Goddess — 2019/05/20 @ 01:38