Friday’s Birthday Poems

Party Time at 5

Poem about a birthday

I remember, I remember, oh how
I was turning five and still alive
entering the world of kindergarten.
Grown-up, is what I was now.

Friends came with gifts
names and trinkets long forgotten,
we romped and played and we
yelled and screamed and gamed.

We played on and on into
the reality of life, that secret
so well kept that it was a time
of passage into an elementary world.

Ā© Bill Reynolds 7/27/2018

 

72

Iā€™m now seventy-two ā€“
So, whatā€™s it to you?
ā€˜at depends I suppose
On where my life goes.

Think Iā€™m set in my ways?
that it’s how I stays?
Well, I got news for ya,
Iā€™m still learning, too.

To themā€™s who’s gone before meh,
Iā€™m glad ya got to know meh.
For if itā€™s me yer cominā€™ after,
Drink one to the old bastard master.

Ā© Bill Reynolds 7/27/2018

Again, to the past, look both ways and youā€™ll last.
Still mind the gap, lest you get an unwanted trip.

8 thoughts on “Friday’s Birthday Poems”

  2. Happy Birthday, Bill. Old Master indeed, although “old” is such a relative term that I’m thinking it means “wise” or “seasoned” or even “just beyond the edge of youthful but still far from ancient” in your case. Your week of poems building up to the climax has been fun and inspiring, so much so that I’ve bookmarked this page for future reference (a la my own birthday week…).

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