Born In November
Birthdays, 1957-`66.
Brown and gray, dead leaves allastray,
stalks wither in mourning, pumpkins slayed.
Dark at 5, little time to play,
clocks retreat, set back to save.
A gift wrapped football! Surprise! Again?
What`s that make Ma?, 9 or 10?
Just finish your cake and when you`re through,
homework then bed, tomorrow there`s school.
Birthdays in Autumn,
of which I'm a member.
70 in a row now,
all in November.
Copyright © Charlie Knowlton | Year Posted 2018
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