Birthday Soliloquy

May second, it beckons me, my birthday! Many, many moons have risen and set since this big baby's birth along the way. I have no qualms, few querulous regrets. Happy birthday you pathetic poet! You managed to eke yet another year out of your life's allotted installments. Happy birthday fella! You persevered once more. Eyesight poor but you see much more. I guess they call it wisdom, gained from all the years. Just hype! Nothing to underscore: A bit part, few lines and no curtain calls. The bard once wrote the world is but a stage I'll play the part. My role is middle-age.