Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Happy Birthday To Me

Happy Birthday to Me

I wonder…

Why do I do what I do?
Instead of watching TV?
Or playing the lottery?
Or making dulcimers
Or fiddling with tools

I think:

Some things I do,
I do with mixed emotions
But most of the time
What I do
Is bereft of feeling

I know…

I am no barracuda
In the food chain
No William James
In the library
No Pilgrim
In Progress
No Buddha
Sitting still

I imagine…

If I had money
I’d give it away
Me talking big
We’ll see on that

I bet…

If I were smart
Somebody would
Know it by now
And have me branded
With the mark of the best

I feel…

Numb to the touch
Alone in crowds
Happy in bursts
Up to my neck

I hope…

Oars are for rowing
Sails for blowing
Wind for moving
Horizons for seeking
I assume as much

But…

I remember Walt Whitman
The way he asked us to
Now if only I could
Tell him as much
And if only I could
Touch tomorrow
The way I feel
The wind and sun
Touch me

In the end…

I have vital signs
Enough to make
A hospital machine
Draw lines and go beep

Happy Birthday To Me!!


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