11.22.2005

forty

Depends on who you are and where you are.
Is a word I've never known how to spell.
Is a night I hope you are spending in your own bed, wherever that may be.
Is a day I hope you are spending with friends. And family.
Is still the anniversary of a Presidential execution.
Will always be a time for the Top Gun.

Is an age you beat me to.
Is twice the age you were when you were twenty.
Is a time of great sadness and great beauty.
I imagine.
Not having got there yet.
Is neither young nor old.
Leaves more up its sleeve than you imagined.
Is some kind of achievement.
Is a time for all who have been lucky enough to have known you to acknowledge that luck.

Comes but once.
Alters nothing.
Retains its sense of humour.

Deserves a big cake.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anónimo said...

But you didn't like the cake
You didn't eat it

All that perversity smooths out
I suppose

With other life expectancies

8:18 a. m.  
Anonymous Anónimo said...

how many anonymouses can one person have as responders? Does the existence of one obliterate the rest? or is it a multiple personality thing? or is it you?

10:22 a. m.  
Blogger maldoror said...

I don't know how many anonymouses there are out there. Once in a while they might be, but by and large they are anonymous.

On the subject of cake: I have recently taken an unexpected liking to cake. And been eating it. Lemony cake, that is.

On the subject of peversity. Peversity does not smooth out. Peversity is engrained and must be cherished.

10:40 a. m.  

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