Twenty Five

Twenty-five springs and summers gone

Twenty-five suns of brilliant tone,

All come down with pouring rain

Misty, dim and circle lane,

Paint a portrait dark and grey

Years gone by in chorus say,

Being is all but dismal nights

Mount atop your worldly plights

Every thistle, every rose

Every breath that takes you close

To the glory, to the fame

To the lion that you tame

Seize the world that runs you by

Don’t stop now and don’t you shy

Make it toil and make it bright

Time that come in glorious light

Spot your dreams, in colors paint

Then don’t be vain, just be a saint.

For twenty five years have taught you so

Men may come and men may go,

So smear the town in red and blue

The one that ceases you is you,

Twenty five springs have bowers blown

In godly feet and not just stone,

Let twenty-sixth be a paradise

Slice the cake of cream and ice

Age is just a number too,

See the world in better view.