My Obligatory 40th Birthday Poem
Days before the sun rose on my 40th birthday,
I wrote a poem
it was akin to a potential masterpiece,
a work of philosophical beauty and inspiration,
It began with the line
“In 10,000 years I will be a descendant of myself”
(There was wine involved)
Since the writing of that poem
I have not been able to take myself quite as seriously,
I have officially survived 4 decades,
eaten mushrooms for the first time
since becoming somebody’s mother
and then saw a candid photo of myself,
taken the day after, looking blissful
and as old as I’ve ever seen myself on paper
Thus began my next poetic venture
entitled “the beauty of aging”
but that’s as far as I got — because in reality,
when I look at the picture what I mostly see
is a crumpled forehead, gray hair and
a nose too big for my face
and I want to be inspirational and
