At the beginning of December
I think about my birthday at the end
Like a spark or more like an ember
Of hope to make me think I might transcend
Get to something to look forward to
Not Christmas for me looking back I see
Something less to get to than get through
But December is a good time to be
For me now is when I remember
How I was meant to be apparently
Announced by thunder and lightning then
Having arrived to survive 65
Ends of December improbably
Bound for another round around the bend
Thinking about my birthday again
Surprised as anyone to be alive
Having survived to arrive at when
Everyone celebrates if not for me
I will celebrate my having been
By being still and seeing quietly
When my age though old will be made new
Surprised as anyone to survive
To be 65 like I hope I do
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