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.
Dennis Mantin 
This poem is quietly powerful and deeply reflective. The gentle rhythm and understated tone give it an intimate, almost confessional feel, while the lines carry layers of wisdom, vulnerability, and resilience. I especially love how you weave small, ordinary details with profound realizationsāending on faith and love feels both grounding and hopeful. A subtle, thoughtful piece that lingers long after reading.
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