Dix-Huit

Ticking the calendar

Checking the time

Counting the candles

Drinking your wine

.

This due date set

Cause for party calls

Fine friends greet

Autumn leaves fall

.

Scarlet ribbon bright

Sky the stars set alight

This day is celebrated

This night rejuvenated

.

Dainty essence of rain

May cloud your whims

But the rainbow gained

Is worth the cold sting

.

After all, life may be taint with grey

Still, you are well-off and surviving

Come what may, for it’s not everyday

That you’re blossoming to be eighteen.

1 Comment

Filed under Poetry

One response to “Dix-Huit

  1. Pingback: Dix-Huit — The Cynical Obscurantist – Roche Forte L'Afrique

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s