Ego’s Birthday

Ego caught itself

Standing before the mirror on its birthday

The day’s joyous and not so joyous reunion with the past

Was but another drifting ebb now

Washed up on the slime slick mudflats

Were straggled sinews of seasoned synaptic weeds

Running rampant webs through rusty containers of consumerism's regrettable rewards

While rotted prophylactics of minds' vulnerabilities

Succumbed to protected pleasures turned senile

Broken glass once reflecting youth

Now groveled to be remembered as antique

While wedged beneath the broken buoys of balance lost on oh so many impulsive bearings

Rested the shells and sand from Mistakes' endless storms

Try as it might in its momentary repose to project a sparkle here

Perhaps a treasure there

The gray-mossed skeleton that once filled the swimming trunks to paradise

Could only stare beyond the reflection back to the stars

Ego poised for yet another year

More highs

More lows

Just ebbs waiting to join

That endless flow called time