A Birthday

You're getting older.

Me too.

So is my mother and

The man who lives on the side of the road 

By the corner shop.

I deplore myself

(or the 'myself' 

I deemed myself to be)

You know, this does not denote

That I love you any less. 

Somewhere, a new born baby 

Is screaming. Singing

It's first morning song

To the paradise of a new mother.

I know you love your mother.

I envy you

But I pity you all the same.

You are the farthest thing away

From who I have ever

Wanted to be.

Happy birthday.

Reviews

[khalid]

wowww, the strangest birthday hoping poem i have ever read,,