Sunday, January 17, 2010



Another year passes,
Pushing forty.
No small feat,
But I’m just me.

Invited all,
Co-workers, family and friends.
Eyes play tricks,
A day of birth descends.

They’ve a perception,
They’ve perceived.
A someone, somewhere,
Who believed.

A birthday celebration,
For everyone to see.
And the last person they want to envision.
Is me.


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