For the very first time
I am not enjoying my birthday
Historically it has been
A month-long celebration
With giddy anticipation beforeward
And
Giggly memories afterhand

I do not mind the getting older aspect
I cherish that
I am blessed with good friends
And a wondrous family
I have no private complaints

But I am weary
So worn and weak
My mind sleeps in the day
Any my body fails in the eve

This birthday floats with resentment
It would be wholly selfish
To celebrate things only personally
relevant
Sharing only my joy
Taking without giving

A life spanned by anchors
Leeuwenhoek to Robinson
Naked between the ears
Deaf to the rumblings
on earth

Happy birthday to me
Will we ever learn