-Birth-
A brain not yet wrinkled
Flooded with light and noise
Forced to breath
The air is cold and sharp
And you cry.
Time speeds up
Ambles along
Teeth, puberty, drinking, children
Twenty, twenty five, thirty
Each day is a miracle, each night is a forgiveness.
Each year is a blessing
Covered in chocolate and served
By friends holding a silver dish.
Each new experience
Leaves a new wrinkle, a new scar, a new neuron
And the lights fade
And the air is warm and friendly
And the noise is comfort
And you cry.
Happy birthday
13.8.08
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