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Born on 28.05.2004
Tercentenary? No!
Bicentenary? No!
Our child's 10 years of age...
Ten laborious winters,
Ten miraculous summers
Have been there on amateur stage...
How was it to start off?
In the very beginning,
Melting into the river
Just a handful of words...
Running over the desert
Of the great expectations
Towards the Garden of Eden
With ten thousand birds...
Oh sisters! My sisters!
(And occasional brothers!)
We have reached acquiescence,
The equator of life...
Equilibrium nostrum
No longer possesses
Youthful charm, youthful splendour
In the middle of strife...
Yet we gained something wiser,
Something strict and iconic,
Grip on things to be done,
Language — calm and laconic...
Trust of colleagues, traditions
And habitual glory.
And decline of ambitions...
What is more to the story?
Many happy returns
Of the days to remember
To make up to, to cling,
To rejoice, to surrender —
To the mercy of time,
Days of yore, winds gone by...
Yet ahead — miles to go!
Roll up sleeves! Join the work!
Cheer up! Yo-ho-ho!
member of MELTA Coordination Council, Head of Art of Speaking SIG