The schoolyard bully-year knocked me down,
But while I was laying crying on the ground,
I gained some perspective, and remembered a love of mine. -
And while that year was pointing, laughing at me,
I got back on my feet.
Dusting myself off and drying my tears,
I caught it by surprise.
Wrestling it to the ground,
Rolling all around,
I made that year mine.
Kicking and screaming,
I made it bleed the times I wanted to see.
After all was said and done,
I asked the year "Why have you been so mean?"
And came the simple reply,
"Because you needed it."
We shook hands and went and got a beer,
And with every coming year,
I remember that one,
Who taught me a lesson I needed to learn,
Even if I had no idea I needed it.