A Birthday Poem to Myself
Happiness blends with melancholy
You have seen many sunrises —
each one more special
than the last —
but today, it seems,
nature is out to greet you,
the roadrunner runs along
the bike you pedal —
the sky writes a birthday salutation
with her clouds
Hours pass between the lips like fine wine,
flowers bloom and wilt,
warm days turn into cool nights —
rewards received and forgotten
On this birthday, have no worries —
your path will be easier than the year before —
no need to plan a party
or make a wish and blow out the candles
Balloons were alright for youth,
but at your age — happiness blends with melancholy,
aging haunts you
with mortality’s reminder
All I want for you — is one more year
to walk along the sands of gratitude,
and another second chance
to redeem yourself.
© 2022 Mark Tulin
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