Birthday's
Birthday's
By
Tom Wright
When we are young,
With life seemingly before us,
Birthday’s come to slow.
They are counted milestones,
Both feet are on the gas.
We're in a hurry!
When in mid life,
With life seemingly half spent,
Birthdays are picking up speed.
If forgotten, it is o.k.
We are in neutral.
Just idling along!
But when we're older,
With our lives mostly gone,
Birthday’s come too fast.
They are now millstones.
Both feet are on the brake,
We’re yelling whoa,
Ah said whoa!
The moral of this nonsense,
Make each day count for something.
Read Psalms 118 - 24
3/4/98
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