Birthday Song

5th-birthday-001Wriggling worm,

another year slips by

impatiently

gasping for breath.

But why?

There’s still time.

Or isn’t there…

 

I often wonder

what my parents thought on the day I was born

Sickly

Too-small

Red-faced

 

But still

Theirs

 

Did they take me home

happy?

Or did they want to make

an exchange?

Like faulty furniture

Or a ruptured organ.

 

I don’t know.

 

But I do feel lonely.

Often.

 

For a long time

I tried to avoid it.

But it followed me.

Creeping close to my shadow.

Always dogging me.

So, I stopped and said

“Okay.

If that’s the way you want it.”

 

And now the desperation is still here,johnny-jump-up-001

but it’s masked a little.

Softer.

Maybe that’s the thing about age:

it makes you stop trying so hard.

The pleasure is all theirs,

anyway.

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