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.
© Bill Reynolds 7/27/2018
72
I’m now seventy-two –
So, what’s it to you?
‘at depends I suppose
On where my life goes.
Think I’m set in my ways?
that it’s how I stays?
Well, I got news for ya,
I’m still learning, too.
To them’s who’s gone before meh,
I’m glad ya got to know meh.
For if it’s me yer comin’ after,
Drink one to the old bastard master.
© Bill Reynolds 7/27/2018
Again, to the past, look both ways and you’ll last.
Still mind the gap, lest you get an unwanted trip.
Our Literary Journey 
Very good. You have a simple way of expression that resonates with me. I remember that
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Thanks, Jim.
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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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Thanks for the wonderful words, Marilyn.
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Happy Birthday!
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Thanks, Tara.
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Woot! Sorry I’m late, hope you had a wonderful birthday! 🙂
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Thanks, Joey. I did.
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