Twenty-FiveA Poem by Zero_Edge88Happy Birthday Me?Oh for another year it has come by, As the days had turns to nights as it turned to weeks to months and a revolution has made its way again. Sleepless in beds, couches and even Ottomans I can say there's no better bed out there but the floor that I sleep on every once in a blue moon. No shame in that for what rough edges I encounter I find none. For such smoothness just moves me at my ease and peace. Twenty-five is the number I can't say more about twenty-four other than the hours it took to get here. As I venture to this year, I can only see and say what happens next is something I could never begin to fathom for as the year turns, it is not the wisdom learned or gained but it is the knowledge that continues to grow and harvest. I am twenty-five years old today and tomorrow will be my first day as it is my zeroth day herefore. 364 more to go and I can only imagine how long it'll take again till the sun hits my birthday again.
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2 Reviews Added on June 13, 2013 Last Updated on June 13, 2013 AuthorZero_Edge88Tampa, FLAboutHello, greetings, by the time you have read this page I believe the words, "Who are you?" will still resound in your ears for I do not have any answer to that very question myself. I know I'm a writer.. more..Writing
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