Not for one hundred
years can the date be written
with just one digit.
One through nine went fast;
I used one each chance I got
without knowing why.
It dawned on me on
the first—I can’t again do
it in my lifetime.
© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers
Random Thought on New Year’s Day: Mortality
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Mark Jackson
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Shari Smothers
