On Birthdays

Strange,
  though another year passes,
I don't feel older
  despite the wrinkled brow and graying hair.
The years though
  appear to have slipped by so quickly
and the new year that once lay ahead
  suddenly seems a mere reflection in the mirror.
Where does time go
  when babes in arms have grown up and old
and I in my experience and memory
  have become the sage of the times that passed.
Give me a moment
  to view the past in album pictures
of the times long gone by
  and wonder how easily the years fly.
Don't count the birthdays
  let them slide into yesterday
while clinging to the now
  and completion of all the plans we made.

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