And now friends and other and what more
These poems we have gathered for
have found at
Last

their place

If your disquiet was disturbed
or these dad-joke titles left perturbed
Think but this and pains be curbed

The end is at a haste

And as I am an honest broad
Made more of cozied
Less of clawed

It serves me best, on this day
to beg your ear for one last verse
and as it is my honored curse
a little bit louder and a good bit worse

I love you. You’ve got this. You’re going to be okay.

I promise.