The day I was born
Half a century plus a year
A half-century I’ve been here
And even a year more and above
I’ve been still here, and there, and here, love
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Today, early morning, very early
It was the day when I chose
I came and said hello there dearie
It was early morning when she rose
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All that time ago
A half-century plus one to grow
That’s how long I’ve been here
And how long I’ve been there, and back here
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I came early and yet so late
Wait, hours, days, and weeks, she’d wait
I could’ve been here with Spring
But I came in the early morning!
The day I was born
About the Creator
Whimsical Wanderer
Narrative threads are everywhere, weaving through realms and stories. Words are vital vibrations, connecting us to deeper truths. I joyfully dance with them, co-creating tapestries of meaning that resonate beyond the page.


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