Spinning Silver
Posted on | July 24, 2006 | 5 Comments
Spinning silver, my aged crown,
Shimmer through a sea of brown.
My eyes, framed by lines,
My arms, past their prime,
All changed with time’s tearing down.Today is a promise passing.
Thirty years, memory fogging.
I find my fortunes much changed.
My priorities rearranged,
A future, I’m still building.I see her smiling in my mirror
She’s changed but I recognizer her.
That woman with the silver crown.
I’m very sad about this birthday. Perhaps it’s the horomones, perhaps it was the lack of sleep, but I’ve been fighting disappointment for a day or two. I am at work today. I have school tonight, so the day itself doesn’t mean much - swallowed by mundane expectations. I think a nap and a good run would do wonders for this shade of blue… So Happy Birthday to me… it’s not really that happy but at least I’m still breathing… and at least I still have my sense of humor.
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July 24th, 2006 @ 8:10 am
Lovely poem. You constantly surprise me with these little gems.
July 24th, 2006 @ 8:30 am
Happy Birthday Sweetheart…love you!
July 24th, 2006 @ 8:32 am
Thank you Miss Cat
July 24th, 2006 @ 3:02 pm
Happy Birthday. It was great seeing you the other night.
July 24th, 2006 @ 5:22 pm
Happy Birthday. Hope it’s a good one.