Birthdays

You know that age is just a number
 when birthdays come and go
 and you don’t feel the slightest bit older
 than you did some twenty, thirty years ago.

Scan the old pictures in the album
 and take a stroll down memory lane
 wondering just how you found yourself  here,
 reached this day and come upon that aging silhouette
 that makes up your private well lived history of joy and pain.

It is a wonder of nature
 that the face in the mirror could possibly be you,
 you don’t remember it that way
 and despite the years on your license,
 your body aches with younger muscles,
 vibrant youthful vigor and enthusiasm 
 that enjoys each and every day.

So put aside that number
 rub and then forget those achy joints,
 chuckle at those kids who run you ragged
 and challenge your mature age with joking taunts.

You’re better than you ever were living a life inspired
 smarter too though perhaps a little tired,
 but you have experience, love, money and social security
 that will take those kids
 years to accumulate and learn.

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