Toast.
Shall I make a toast?
To my towering achievements, accolades and prestige,
Shan't I be allowed a boast?
For I must have a reason to carouse this grand soiree,
A milestone worth more than lag-est expeditions.
November tenth.
The day I hope to love, but yesterday I cursed.
The day I've grown to hate,
But today, the day, for a change
I awake in faith…
That today will be a good day.
To one good day.
Cheers.
Salute.
poem by Jolomi Amuka
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