as the years roll by
you grow younger
for in the realm that skips the
body, no time is in play
chronology does remind
you were born this day
and i take time to say
thank you for being in my life
thank you is limited a word
for what i drank out of you
measurements they defy
in all senses and the senseless
the straightness and the quirkiness
the effort inside the effortlessness
the confusion that masks the clarity
one tumultuous concoction you are!
1 comments:
This is for the Maestro right?
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