Earlier today, I was standing as I checked the calendar on my phone, <br />Abruptly, I whispered to myself, 'It's the sixth of the eighth Tyrone! ' <br />And a crazy moment occurred for I slowly nodded to myself in approval, <br />Like that time when the connection was lost while I spoke to an Oovoo pal, <br /> <br />That went down as a fun memory but I wished I had a memory of this day in '62, <br />Just to have an excerpt of the excitement of such an experience instead of being an expatriate expressing about extravaganza 52, <br />Oh I wish I had a flashback of such a sweet and dandy Monday like the legend Toots born in '42, <br />Wow! I can boldly assume the joyful noise that dispersed from the people's voices could annihilate the shots of a.32, <br /> <br />In the little I know, I am aware nothing is better than the freedom to grow into the best you can be, <br />So Jack was kindly told to climb down from the top, <br />And make way for the for the beautiful green, gold and black, <br />To unleash a phenomenal island to the world but the full use of her potential, no one has yet to see.<br /><br />Tyrone Gayle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-is-52-2/
