October’s beginning, a trial so clear,
Of learning and growth with every new year.
Of betrayal and new life lessons,
All through my ordinary sight.
The winds of change, they softly sigh,
A reminder to reach, to always try.
But October’s more than lessons deep,
It’s the month where my memories sleep.
For in this month, you came to be,
A gift of life, wild and free.
My birthday marks the season’s heart,
A time of growth, a brand new start.
So as October paints the sky,
I remember, I am the reason why.
Each year you bloom, each year you rise,
Like autumn leaves beneath the skies.
Learning, growing, and shining bright,
October’s gift, your guiding light.
A bitter start will not forever be bitter,
As time passed, it does become sweet.
I learn to grow every October,
Also to live and show.
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