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I wanted to post a poem or something for the new year, and this is what came to my mind.  It's not my birthday, but I, too, am 23. 

I know it doesn't sound uproariously happy, but I think it's hopeful, and it's something I'll be thinking about throughout the next year.

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on wtih full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,
That I to manhood am arrived so near,
And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,
It shall be still in strictest measure even
To that same lot, however mean or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven;
All is, if I have grace to use it so,
As ever in my great Taskmaster's eye.

-John Milton

:)

Date: 2010-12-31 11:58 pm (UTC)
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Wonderful poem, not seen it before :)
And for you:

Gratitude

For sunlit hours and visions clear,
For all remembered faces dear,
For comrades of a single day,
Who sent us stronger on our way,
For friends who shared the year's long road,
And bore with us the common load,
For hours that levied heavy tolls,
But brought us nearer to our goals,
For insights won through toil and tears,
We thank the Keeper of our years.

(Clyde McGee)

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