The memorable day is ever lost
In the welter of memories;
until I wake up with a start
to a scurry of warm wishes
from the near and dear.
They seem to know me more than I.
Every birthday is a renewal of life,
taking fresh guard and
wading into the day;
extending your palm
to grab the gleaming rays of the Sun,
feel the sheaf of light in front.
Easier said than done;
but without a tinge of optimism
of what meaning is the
passing of your birthday?
