Anniversaries they come and go,
it is a yearly thing, you know.
Unless you like them each week,
it could be that which you seek?
Once a year is good for me,
I am not too greedy you see.
An anniversary can be so nice it is sought,
or one you would rather have, not.
Not all of them are great,
some you could just hate.
We try not to pay homage to those,
maybe, instead, just write some prose?
A tribute to someone that has passed,
Or something in our memory, which is cast.
We should just try to forget these,
and focus on the ones that do us please.
We can dwell in our past if we desire,
those thorns can form such a brier.
Entangle us in its tangled grip.
deeper in we can slip.
The future is ahead.
look to it instead.
To my blog happy anniversary,
aren’t you glad this rhyme, wasn’t nursery?