Eight
Twenty Four
Born
August high to wealth that was denied
This baby
cried for it realized ‘twas Wednesday’s child
But
loving arms and strong mind nurtured it’s nature
Given the
freedom to be of good stature
Oh joyous
freedom discovered passions that run deep
Set the
tone with mind alone never to be lost or a sheep
Scarred
by love, a curious mix of wariness and innocence
Yet
determination that rue love is inevitable, its romantic sense
Mater was
this baby’s savior despite rejection from pater
Taught the
mind and to think was the most vital skating rink
Never
brainwashed to believe in any irrational drink
Yet the
world intervenes and fight to reason never ends
We
remember the past and look to the present
The
future is always now and we have dreams
Confidence
rather than hope is the primary means
Miriam
and Ayn are Wednesday’s child’s leans
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