On this the day of 52
All graying are the skies
Just westward lies the ocean blue
And to the East the City lies
I stand between the two
My City friends all send the greeting
Cheer upon my date of birth
And finding joy in every reading
I overestimate my worth
For joy in life is fleeting
And so I seek the western shore
And tarry in the mists a while
The breakers crash the seabirds soar
My place my planet every mile
God's handiwork I might explore
The gifts of God and Man are few
Or so it seems in thankless haze
And working days in which we stew
Now. I give thanks in all my ways
On this the day of 52
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