Sixteen: a Perfect Square
Sixteen: a perfect square and fourth!
Good Lord, your age is headed north!
So slow it down, just linger, tarry;
Always be my Mary Berry.
Though both of us seem not so young,
It’s clear we scarcely have begun;
Sixteen’s not old, that’s plain to see,
Not when you’ve got eternity!
So raise your voice today and sing,
One day, you’ll dance before the King.
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(a birthday card inscription on the occasion of Marion’s 16th birthday)
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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