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




Twenty-four on the twenty-fifth day

Hallelujah and hip-hip hooray!

On this day every year

I celebrate with cake and cheers

So today, as is customary

It’s absolutely freezing, yet not ordinary