To follow that is not an easy task
I read and my eyes flood with tired tears
But modesty is not for me to ask
I open up and this thing just appears.
If it were me I would be proud as punch
And strut around as if I owned the world
But I swear upon my mother's Sunday Lunch
I have no clue from where these things unfurled.
The universe keeps ticking round and round
All nature can't be stopped in finest flow
To start the wind a word cannot be found
Nor can we give the rose command to grow.
Today I celebrate, for what it's worth,
Forty-nine years of living on this earth.
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