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 the Sun,

For the more you get old,
The more words work
to keep your soul,

Thank you then
for sharing your words,
With me and everyone else.