oh what joys
this birthday
ushers in,
dear lad; oh
where shall
we ever go
from here?
for comfort
is only found
when your
uncertainties
are finally gone;
and when a
fine, young
man is just
at dawn.
YOU ARE READING
Twenty
Poetry❝ Blow out all the candles, you're too old to be so shy. ❞ © nate k. 2014