Happy Birthday

Thank you, thank you, yes, I am a year older. Everyone should have a birthday party on a bridge with good friends, food and wine. People walking past wish you a happy birthday and you watch kayakers and tour boats swirl beneath you. The sun sets red through the next bridge over and the the moon and planets make an appearance. We danced to old "back to school" music ( on KUT's Twinetime. Try streaming it) and played drums and lit candles.
So now I offer up a poem I wrote on my twenty fifth birthday.

On Attaining Twenty-five (years)

Well, I've written a love poem,
Two death poems, it's time.
A poem on my lost youth
on attaining twenty-five.
It seems a good thing for me to write
with me being properly mournful,
Only I don't feel anything.
Oh, a momentary qualm
That I've done nothing with my life
Or a sharp second of anquish
On realizing my life is one third over.
Other than that, nothing.
Of course I've been thinking of nothing
For a week now.