my birthday
This little do dah is not to be seen as indicative of my state of mind – it is merely a first draft that amused me to write – and it ain’t me birthday 🙂
My Birthday
I never thought I’d live this long
but shuffle off thoughts
of death by slow dying
for today
it’s my birthday
it’s party time
my black dog
faithful companion
has left me
casting sly looks back
he, for it is a dog,
(living is the bitch)
sauntered into morning
knowing he will soon sit
back at my feet
at my fireside
and rest his head on my lap
then, paws first,
will climb upon me
and lick my face
knowing his weight will smother me
but not today
for today
it’s my birthday
it’s party time
a delivery’s due
boxes of my latest book
it will be lauded
described as ‘really good’
by those who
love the cover
glance at page one
read no further
but find a use for them
as doorstops or to light a fire
someone told me
my other books composted nicely
‘did wonders for my early taters’
the black dog sniffs the air
walks on
for now’s not the time
he’ll swagger back
another day
but not today
for today
it’s my birthday
it’s party time
ok it aint your birthday, but the dog is real right?
You cannot expect me to answer that – ha ha
A thought from Paul Durcan – a favourite poet:
“To be a writer
is to be buried
Alive first thing
every morning”
I wholeheartedly agree with Durcan.
I know that feeling all too well 🙂
that’s why I say “there is no goodnight” (and there were no moves according to Evan Breen )