Erol KIRIK'S Poetry page 
Twenty Nine

Today, I was involuntarily turned into twenty-nine
    What I had experienced were not always so fine
        Education taught me honesty in a sinful shrine
            Not easy still to count many things that are mine
                Thanking to my health matches thousands of mine
                    Years do not go by expectedly as a straight line

                            No idea on how to celebrate if to be alone or to dine
                                It calls being happy and sound no need to drink wine
                                    Nature favors optimism even if you can afford brine
                                        Evaluate what you might have, waste no time to whine

                                                                       08.06.2000


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