Putting curtains on an eventful day, Yet I lack clarity on what to say, It is this alacrity that makes me blabber, Becoming embarrassing, shaking and starting to stutter,
Am at a loss of words, Caged are the willing to be free birds, Could you hear me dear reader? If not, my fault .. I am a blur
But times have changed, My words are perfectly arranged, I am ready to speak and shine, And sparkle like good ol’ wine.