At a checkpoint, I now stand, With memories gathered like grains of sand. The past, though etched in every line, Is a tale I’m ready to redefine.
Each moment’s weight begins to lift, I seek the present, a precious gift. Letting go of shadows that linger near, I embrace the dawn, the path is clear.
What comes next is mine to choose, A canvas wide, no fear to lose. With every step, I feel the sun, A journey anew has just begun.
So here I am, with open heart, In this chapter, I play my part. The past behind me, I take a breath, In living fully, I conquer death.
In days of old, before the screens, We sought our truth in books and dreams. With library shelves, we’d roam and search, In every nook, our knowledge would perch.
With patience strong, we’d take our time, Each page we turned, a mountain to climb. Dictionaries thick, we learned to read, Valuable skills were planted as seed.
No instant answers at our fingers’ touch, Yet every moment felt so much. Life was slower, yet rich and bright, A different world, full of delight.
Oh Joshua Tree, it has been a spell I need to visit soon, I can already tell How I have missed you, under the sky so free And the things I can see, make my soul flee
The Grim Reaper is a sight to see, With cloak and scythe, as tall as can be. He roams around with a wicked grin, But don’t worry, he’s just here to win!
With a laugh that sends shivers down your spine, He’s not as scary as he seems, most of the time. So if you meet him, don’t let out a peep, He’s just doing his job, so let him reap!
All my life I longed for curls galore, Not straight and sleek—oh, I wanted more! With twists and loops, I’d bounce down the street, Dancing and twirling, life felt so sweet.
But mornings were tough, my hair on a mission, Flat and rebellious, oh, the frustration! Then one day I found a magical foam, Gave my hair curls—now it feels like home!
So here’s to the curls that swirl in the air, Finally, I’ve got the hair I declare!