23 Poem by Dean Meredith

They gave me days
They gave me 23
To live and breathe
And really see

They gave me days
They gave me 23
Days of calendars
And clocks

Twenty-three
Twenty-three

And after all
His miracles
He still believed
In twenty-three

Has he?
Smelled your fur?
Quite possibly
If it were only
Twenty-three

But it's all a big if
Whether or not
She's true
Twenty-three

I don't know
But twenty-three
One last hurrah
For twenty-three