What wonder it is
In the world we live
So much of bliss
Much more to give
Songs and sonnets
And a lovely bonnet
The beauty there is
With joy abliss
In the last of twenties
We bury our effendies
Our beliefs are clear
As we begin to endear
Charm and endure
With kind allure
For while we sieve
memories that steer
There’s nothing to fear
No matter the jeer
Wisdom with age
Comes with grace
Celebrating the moment
Is quite the slogan
For the lures of gratitude
Must be the attitude
As there are miles to go
And clockwork to store
The grass to mow
And things to ignore
Blessed are the rings
With a thickened skin
For they are the kings
With tonic and Jiin’s
And blessed are those
The hearts of whose fill
With family that never ends
And happy and jolly friends
Finding ones rhythm
In all the adventurism
Skipping stones and rocks
Joyful as a chatterbox
Chirping light-hearted
Laughing up a riot
The calling is up clear
It is to bounce and tigger
To stir up a storm
Or the world to roam
Build a monument
Or thrive on movement
Prancing along for
Wide and long
Being very sure
Prim and proper
Knowing fully well
That no matter the bell
Humour is the armour
We hold in the larder
The smiles that come
With battles that are won
The lightness of being
Comes from believing
In giving and receiving
And most of all forgiving
The slights and mights
Drawn in many a lights
For the goodness of man
That many a poet sang
Ties up the ends
To every ear that lends
And calls for one
To let the tears run
Of happiness and the sun
That many a times gun
All the doubts and affronts
They take their final bows
Understanding that love
And worshipping the cow
Is all we May need
To be utterly freed
Knowing and caring
And all the more mirthy
Purdy though nerdy
Wordy and earthy
At the turn of thirty!
