Happy Birthday (to me)
The sun that shone and opened up today
reminds me of cold fate’s unceasing shore.
I see her many suns have had their sway
as now my skin sags low at eighty-four.
My birthday card now comes from stranger’s hands
as day revolves to night and time still thrives;
as those who loved me flown from life’s demands
now seek to make my candles eighty-five.
Still, happiness is candles flickering
the sun that peeps through blinds in early morn
and all the bright lights on my cake I proudly sing
before the dark of eighty-five is born.
Oh, happy to survive our human fate
than travel through strange worlds anddarker gate.
(photo: me about 1970, Colorado Springs, Colorado. I place the same poem here, as last year. I must only change the lines and rhymes where my age changes.)