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.

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

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