My kin consists of fifty-one
forever circling the sun –
Our youth causes hateful frowns
that disappear when we’re old
We are time’s palpable pulse
and life’s true organizers
Riddle me this – who are we?
My kin consists of fifty-one
forever circling the sun –
Our youth causes hateful frowns
that disappear when we’re old
We are time’s palpable pulse
and life’s true organizers
Riddle me this – who are we?