Today you are twenty four 
and as you would like it to be known
have reached the age where no one cares
if you are sick and tired.  

Today you are twenty four 
and acid has fixed you in ways it could 
fix me too, if I would let it, 
you told me on the stoop of your 
front porch underneath the sadness
of a strawberry moon. 

Today you are twenty four 
and we will tie dye t-shirts and eat 
ice cream on me, to celebrate
having made it this far.