Thursday



For the very first time

I am not enjoying my birthday

Historically it has been

A month-long celebration

With giddy anticipation beforeward

And

Giggly memories afterhand



I do not mind the getting older aspect

I cherish that

I am blessed with good friends

And a wondrous family

I have no private complaints



But I am weary

So worn and weak

My mind sleeps in the day

Any my body fails in the eve



This birthday floats with resentment

It would be wholly selfish

To celebrate things only personally

relevant

Sharing only my joy

Taking without giving



A life spanned by anchors

Leeuwenhoek to Robinson

Naked between the ears

Deaf to the rumblings

on earth



Happy birthday to me

Will we ever learn