Written today, Iβll read it later,
penned September, remembered forever.
Better days both ahead and behind,
the beauty of life, thus the wonder of time. When I read this later Iβll know,
how things panned, not how they penned.
When I read this later Iβll understand,
who I am and how things went,
what will be when all is said
and who Iβve become once this ends.
Whatβs decided now, Iβll visit then,
for only time will bring understanding.
Only history can judge my steps;
for we are all but footnotes in the end,
Seen 24 summers and winters too.
Where it pours it shines,
where itβs cold there is warmth,
on this journey of mine
who knows whatβs due.
So Iβll visit this all later, for now Iβll leave this to you.
Hereβs to my 24th season.
Asya Valentine βπΎ….