Today

Today was not my unbirthday

But still I think I’ll have tea

I’ll ponder the number of years

Which amass to greater than three

I’ll sit and I’ll slowly remember

The memories I didn’t forget

And here in the month of September

I’ll ponder on credit and debt

What didn’t I get?

And what didn’t I do?

Where didn’t I go?

And what didn’t I view?

What should I have said?

What should I have been?

What could I have done?

What could I have seen?

And while I’m addressing these questions

Others come bellowing in

And screaming with vulgar intentions

Accusing and sporting a grin

So what will you get?

And what will you do?

Where will you go?

And what will you view?

What will you say?

What will you become?

And who will you be?

When all said and done

Exhausted I lay in a crumble

When a thought dawned playfully

Today is not my unbirthday

So I’ll sit and I’ll sip on my tea

22nd Sept 2022