Here It Is Again
Yeah, well, here it is again.
It’s me dang birthday.
Happy birthday to me.
Happens every year, usually.
Missed it once and was 22
For a year and ten months.
My 23rd year was rather short.
Now, I don’t worry ‘bout
Counting them, they add up.
Only one that bothered me
Was when I hit twenty-five.
At that age, Alexander the Great
Ruled the known world and
There I was, just a second year
Art student at the local college.
That’s quite a difference there.
Total bummer, cried in me beer,
Until it suddenly occurred to me
He had an edge from the start.
His father was a king.
He was a military guy with all the success of a driven army behind him. You are an artist. Go that way–it’s a better life. Love your poem.
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