CHAPTER 38

Lighting the 38th candle,

The flame doesn’t fade;

It flickers with wisdom

From choices I’ve made.

So here’s to the turning

Of another bold page—

For laughter, for longing,

And life on the stage.

This chapter is mine,

Unwritten, alive—

With a pen in my hand,

Here I arrive—

At Chapter 38,

In the book of life.