Thursday, December 06, 2007

Her Birthday

A second unfold, a minute uncover
The hand struck twelve, as the hour ceases
24 rounds, a day is woven
By months end, we’ve endured 30.
That’s not all, for 12 months woe
It is a year, for all we yearn and
Disdain for all we’ve lost
But now know you stand for another year
And only the best can be made of it
For this is how life is suppose to be
As the years encompasses the months
The months, the days to come
The hours, as the minutes unravel
And with that, the seconds tick by.
That then we see life go by in a flash
And realize how much we have lost
But for lost to come we first must gain
And gain we have if we do understand
That is life is just this systemic ritual
In which all of us partake without consent
So I guess it’s all in your hands my friend
Just be happy and love life as it is
And that should be our motto and creed
To live it to the full without regrets

Happy Birthday my friend.

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