I remember the day.
I am so proud to say
Like it was yesterday.
It made me glad as a house of clay.
It had to be a day.
There is no other way
Because all days end in day, right?
There is no Monnight or Thursnight.
The day someone threw me a celebration over there.
Of the 7th anniversary of my 20th year.
Some would say it was not much to achieve.
I would say getting up to 27 is a big accomplishment to believe.
With not a gray hair or a wrinkle on this head.
Some would say I look like a boyish youth instead.
So when I got there, we had a delightful speaking.
I would daresay I could feel my knees begin to weaken.
So if there was a accomplishment, I would say it was from above.
Because it was when I realized that like was nothing compared to love.
You can be like someone, but you cant be love someone.
That sounds like the English my teacher used to frown at, said it was unbecoming.
But my teacher would smile at this, and say this is cute.
The day I stopped running after everyone, and chose one for pursuit.