A birthday rhyme (everything is fine)
tomorrow when I awake
my early twenties will be gone
drifted off like dreams
into the archives of my youth.
I suppose now I drop
the ‘young’ part, gone now,
from ‘young adult’ to get
specific, technical.
a quarter century, I’ve made so far,
had ups and downs, joys and cries,
wiping thousands
of tears from my eyes
these years
have been hard, have been brave,
have been hateful and loving,
I didn’t get what I gave,
but Change goes to sleep tonight
and awakens a new day.
a soul of silver,
a heart of gold,
I have not been defeated.
but tomorrow, tomorrow
awakens a new day
of old and age
and what will I say
when my 20s are over
mid and late, long passed too?
will I look back and think perhaps
I took it in stride as I fumbled and I fell
and tried to mold this life force
into something real and relevant,
will I have compassion, or pride,
as I see which paths I took
and where I have put myself
as I engage an age of thirty or more?
I pray that I age gracefully
and I hope I get silver gray hairs
that run in streaks, like a skunk,
how divine,
how silly I shall be
as I continue on this beat
as I climb a few more mountains
and more opportunities to meet
because the best way
to survive, I find,
is to search for something
beautiful, ironic, or divine,
or silly, stupid, crazy, inane,
and laugh heartily,
in harmony,
with the universe.
so tomorrow, tomorrow
a day to sing, a day to mourn
for seasons begin to take their passage
moving through my dreams
as I sleep and age tonight.
Welcome Twenty-Five –
With many good years to craft ahead.
BMoore
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