Thirty
I'll be thirty in months that
Number the fingers on my hand
Unlike teeth my fingers I have all
In the decade before this
I thought thirty a big number
Way back when I used my fingers to count
Now counting is the least of my troubles
Way back when I would find joy
In my feeble attempt at a beard
Now it's all grown and bushy
As I pen this I am wearing my biggest
Smile in ages
I survived a pandemic
This wasn't on my bucket list
I knew of a pandemic by meaning and spelling
Now having lived through it
I know better and I am good for it
I had plans for thirty
Plans now long forgotten
Some shelved
Now I live
I have found joy in life
With a new found appreciation for it
I'll live for as long as the sky will have me under her.
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