A friend of mine was devastated on his 25th Birthday. I don't know why, exactly. But that number hit him hard. So I wrote this for him:
Poem for a 25th Birthday
by Elizabeth Alraune
Once a year
There is a day
held dear
that always
gets its
way
Lacking
methods of
prevention
we can
only say
(in wake
of its
vengeance)
(in our
defense)
"It's just
another day"
The only
problem is,
THAT one day
holds greater
significance
than one
would ever admit
For that ONE day
is
responsible
for making one
a year older.
My condolences.
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