Twenty-Five Years

 

Twenty-five years
Twenty-five days
A quarter of a century

Lost my dear?
You have nothing to fear
There are no conquests, no victories

Age is but a myth
For none can avoid the scythe
And you will grow up eventually

So fill this time with memories
Content for future stories
In this very special January

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