12:18
12:18
“A-a-a-hem…”
“Verse most perverse. Let us begin…”
On this day we examine our prize
For at our age we are thus wise
No feathered owls in cages gilt
Will glare at us with eyes atilt
Nor deny us our sagacity
From lofty perch in yonder tree
It seems as though we’ve reached an age
Of chapters full and many a page
But though we see this smallish break
We trust tomorrow new tale we’ll make
The story’s sweet and fun and bold
But there remains so much not told
Thus we begin another new path
And forward we float and flow and waft
With companions true and ever boon
This journey’s end will not be soon
And all together we shall grow
Through each moment we as one shall go