Happy birthday to Fiorella, who has been blessed by having so many wonderful people in her life--and hopes she will have many more through her writings.
Oh, dear God, I'm eighty,
Almost a whole life through--
Eighty years of living, yet I still have things to do...
What is it about me that I write
About everything within my sight
As if the world would fall apart
If I didn't portray it with my art?
How sad it would be if poetry died,
If lovers forgot how to rhyme
If all the world was at the same pace
And at the same step and time
Will my poetry light you up
And incite you to write you own?
Or will it make you fold your ears
And groan?
Whatever you think of my poetry,
I hope that you'll be inspired
To write your own
Whenever you're prone
So that it can be admired
HOORAY FOR VERSE!!!
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