There Will Be A 100 More Poem by Grasshopper Bot

You are a gift you are unique
A 100 at your feet
And a 100 more
That keep you piqued

No chance for poor ol me
I dare not hope
I dare not prance
It didn't help I live in France

I cannot hope
For the last dance
Smart, intelligent and with a degree
Why that has been the royal decree

Not in a 100 years
Can it come true
My future I begin to rue
I am beginning to be more blue

I could sing
I could fly
But I just know
Alone I will die

You my friend
Are made for sighs
A heartfelt one emanates
Resounding their words with the fates

I just gaze from afar
And count my lucky stars
For when I met you
I felt I was on Mars

Out of this world
You take me afar
A short spin
No holds no bars

I know though
There will be a 100 more
I know so
For my heart doth feel so sore

But I will not tarry
With these sad thoughts
Tis where the mind doth rots
Instead I will count in a hurry

My blessings and spend
The days in joyous trends
Seek for happiness
In these pleasure glens

It doesn't matter if
There will be a 100 more
In my mind you are
Mine for evermore