Every four years, we are blessed, in a way
To have an occurrence, well-known as Leap Day
A time when much joy and laughter resound
From the special tidings that our lives have found
The twenty-ninth day of the year’s second verse
A party that needs several years to rehearse
May we celebrate with our loved ones held dear
Then, praise our good fortunes throughout this Leap Year.

© 2008 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection