Fifty years ago today, man was blessed:
A tiny token of love emerged from the deep,
covered in the goo the almighty hath made.
Upon its arrival, we wept, vaguely aware of the exacting toil it took,
amazed at the depth of the weave, the intricate design, the ethereal beauty before us.
Fifty years ago today, I was humbled, blessed, and I can hardly wait for each subsequent annum.