Not on a single other day
Have I ever felt this way
No other week
Will be so bittersweet
For I feel much shame
And have not what I want
Because the memory remains
and serves only to haunt
As twenty-five candles burn
I must celebrate life
But my heart yearns
To share it with my wife
I have built and destroyed
With understanding so small
The hearts and minds with which I've toyed
Have cared dearly through it all
So with humility and shame
I signal this poem's end.
And I thank you all
For remaining my friends...
I can't do it without you.
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I didn't know you had a blog! Luke, Izzy and I wish you a very happy birthday and are proud of the progress you have made with everything. You are doing great, and good things will come :-)
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