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Toast

My day of birth shared,
but not selfsame year,
with old high school friend, Steve
and a Dutch master painter
ignominious in life
after death doth receive
stratospheric revere
 
Interpreter of flowers
heads turned to face sunlight
redefines perception
of dark, star-studded night
self-portraits haunt in disquietude
stark reflections of his brilliant, troubled mind
mustering resolve of pure heroic kind
to paint his world  
in breathtaking colored plentitude
 
Separated by one hundred ‘n’ ten years
still sharing like anxiety, depression, fears
yet not to such a fatal degree
I still walk the earth, still wear both ears
 
Lift a glass, holler celebratory cheers!
Happy birthday to Steve, Vincent, and me!
Written by Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
Published | Edited 3rd Apr 2022
Author's Note
This uis my first NaPo WriMo 2022 entry. Birthday reflections.
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