Poem For a 40th Birthday
When I was five,
I thought that I could remember every year that I had lived with perfect clarity,
I could remember every toy I ever owned;
The people I had always known were still around me,
My mother was still young.
I did not understand the idea of the future,
Ten cents seemed like a lot of money,
I could say my name and address if I were lost;space
If I could rewrite my days since five,
I suspect that such a retrospective would require no great revision.
If I planted the same seends in a different plot of earth,
And then walked away to step into the following years,
I know that I could not always guide the wind and rain,
The seeds I planted could grow at any speed,
Or in any direction.
It is impossible to foresee the results of change,
Therefore I accept a
Today I can remember my last birthday,
But less clearly the days between 39 and 40,
I don't know why I remember what I remember;
Ten cents can spill out of my hand unnoticed,
My address has changed . . . I have given my wife my name.
I awaken today not knowing what to expect of myself,
I do not own a philosophical prospectus for this time onward;
"Ah yes . . .
But let us have a fine breakfast," I say,
To put things in perspective.