It was a quiet celebration, and no one rang the bell.
I mostly sat there smiling, alone while silence fell.
There was something of a rumor; though whispers seldom choose.
No one knew what I could know, and loose lips sometimes lose.
I like the taste of chocolate. Pride goes before the fall.
I’m thinking how I almost drowned in that sea of alcohol.
Fate has shone her blessings, no luck, good or bad is cure.
I’ve got that shiny gift it seems, that faith and love endure.