Hey you,
like words, don’t you?
What an invention,
second to none
Thoughts that live on,
even after one is gone
They can speak volumes,
without making a sound
No wonder then
that you like to read
between the lines,
and write on empty spaces
Here’s to many more
orbits around our Sun
For the more you get old,
the more words work
to keep your soul
Thank you then
for having shared your words
with me and everyone else.