Fare thee well, O' Twenty-Four
So long, and thanks for not being a bore
For instead, you've been much worse
Not square, non-prime; as expected, a curse!
In five days, Twenty Five I'll be
A perfect square: mix of madness & maturity
Age is just a number, you cynicists may say
But alas, Twenty-Five has its way
I'm sensing the year'll be beauty-fuller
And it's going to start with the day of colour
So cheers to hopes, vibrance, a determined vow!
Because I'm going to be "Ag-ed and How"!
#So-old-and-lazy-yet-crazy
ps: Going Senile! Peekaboo! #1
