I am older, naturally.
I will groan and grind my teeth
Most of the day and on into the night
And I will despair of the white hairs
I see in the mirror
Like frosting on my countenance
Now an every day occurrence
So that my days are gloomy reflections
And I don't see the use
Of any great struggle
Raging against the dying of some light
Which surely withered on a late Summer's day,
When one was younger.
But my birth day is different.
Everything is swinging youthfully
The birds of Winter are singing
Chirping at the feeder
Cheerfully, even in the cold
Of a December morning
When others might
Shiver at the dying of the day
Or mourn the end of another year.
But those who still love me
Have been kind to me
And magically stopped the coming of that Winter Solstice
For just one brief moment
And given me a personal joy
Which would be lost ordinarily
To the gloom of these fleeting days.
The December frost is cheerful,
Like buttercream
On a cake meant solely for me.
About Me
- TBAYNHAMIII
- I was born in Kentucky, though my parents had been living in Knoxville before my birth. My mother's mother lived across the street from the hospital in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, which was convenient. I moved around quite a bit when I was young, but ended up in Georgia. I like to read and write and love food and drink way too much. I have a funny wife and daughter who has finished her batchelor's degree and is living with her grandmother in North Atlanta and studying advertising. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I had not gone to law school. Regrets come and go with the seasons.
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