Day Of The Party
It’s over
You’re tired.
You’ve been fired up all day.
Oh, oh, Barbro,
This verse
Is getting worse each passing day;
I’ve bitten off more than is chewable,
Because though birthdays are renewable,
Seventy may
Never come again
Unless reincarnation
Is a fact, when
You will have to go through seventy,
The party, preparation,
Wine, food, friends
In worlds that have no ends.
Is that not something to look forward to?
This is your week.
© Day Of The Party 6.28.2008Birthday Book; Special People, Special Occasions;
Arlene Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 