A
month named after Maia
A
transition from spring to summer
24
rotations on its axis
19
circles round the Sun
A
boy born, his future uncertain
Years
of hardship, keep enduring pain
Heart
shattered at 16,
And
haven’t recovered from the loss
Her
body cremated and ashes in the river
Never
got a chance to bid farewell
Turned
17, oh what a miserable life
School
life turned to hell, full of rumors and lies
At
18, graduated from school
His
efforts and work never came to ripe
I
hope you’re okay on this fine Friday
Accept
my regards as this poet turns 19
Cause
I haven’t given up yet
Happy Birthday and thank you for sharing this poem.
ReplyDeleteIt's a very good poem and Happy Birthday.
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