For tonight (but really yesterday), a poorly attempted poem. Entitled 24 because it’s almost my birthday and this is the time of year when it really hits that another year has gone by.
Time ticks away
The countdown from triple to double to single digits.
Day and night teeter
Special days come and pass.
Closer and closer the crossed out dates draw
To a certain one, often circled or starred.
So here’s to year 24
And to 24 and 24 more.