When I was one
I had just begun ...
- A. A. Milne, "Now We Are Six"
When I was nine
I was doing fine
When I was eight-
teen, I faced my fate
When I was twenty-seven
I gave up on heaven
When I was thirty-six
I found the fix
At forty-five
my imaginary lives
found their stride
in stories to write
And now I am fifty-four
looking to explore
the next open door -
I could say more ...
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A/N: the video is Michael Franks singing his "Popsicle Toes", one of the great birthday songs
YOU ARE READING
Syntax for Grief
Poetry{Poetry} We're keepers of each other's stories; you make me real.
