September 26th

I sit here prostrate at my new computer

Trying to plan some part of my future

I seem to be stuck at the back of lives queue

But giving up is what the old me would do

I am determined to keep it fun

And impressed with how far I've come

Yes, I'm in control, its mine to lose

I can't be defeated now, I refuse

When I look back over my diary craze

And relive those early rhyming days

I pleased with the position I'm in

But losing now is easier than a win

I could implode like an interloper

And sit ignorantly on life's sofa

But I've rare been in this position

I can see this coming to fruition

I've learnt to love my daily writing

And reading books can be quite exciting

I know we inherently know these things

I'm learning to love what leaning brings

I'm improving and growing inside

And as my brain and memory collide

Normal thoughts are thrust forward

Through my fingers to my keyboard

Everyday I'm finding it easier

I'll chuck in a bad rhyme just to please ya

I'll try to sustain my new found pleasant

And make good use of my birthday present