What makes birthdays more special
when divisible by five ?
What do we even learn from
counting years we’ve been alive?
Are we still meeting milestones
such as when we started walking?
Are there skills we still must learn
through more listening and less talking?
There comes a realization,
the older we have grown:
how pointless is attachment
to the objects we may own.
Is it wisdom we develop,
as our numeral increases,
or does that come more from our luck
assembling jigsaw pieces?
As I pondered what to get
my dearly loving spouse,
I decided ‘twould be best to
not add flotsam to the house.
Then I recalled her envy
of my mp3 collection—
organized by artist, styles
of every predilection—
which up till now she accessed
commandeering my computer—
her timely exploitation
of my status as commuter.
But now I’ll be around more,
for better or for worse.
My five-minute commute leaves time
to generate more verse!
I next copied all my music files,
leaving out head-bangers,
finding more room on her hard drive
than on her closet hangers.
No Streisand or Sinatra,
for they’re a bit too slick,
or metal which my student
once described as wicked sick.
Yet still she ends up having
a playlist so replete
‘twill play from now till mayday
before any tracks repeat.
But all of this is merely
window-dressing on a life
where I’m blessed as the husband
to a most intriguing wife,
who daily fills my coffers
with hope and inspiration,
and lifts me when I stumble
on this path to liberation.
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