Another year has reached the sea
Another page has turned
Yet, all that I hold dear to me
Are things that I have earned
I never asked for fancy art
Or diamonds for my hand
To me, the gift within my heart
Is more than I had planned.

Some say that twenty-six is old
And mourn each setting sun
But, my future seems clear and bold –
My life only begun
I see no sense in tempting fate
Or fretting to the sky
I’ll live my life, ‘til it’s too late
And never question why.

My life has been quite blessed, indeed
I have so few regrets
My heart lives for the souls in need
My mind seldom forgets
And so, I’ll face the coming year
In glory and in worth
With all the things I hold so dear –
My blessings, here on earth.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection