In all the 329 years, 4 months, 6 days I've lived,
I've seen chamber pots filled and long since emptied.
Many moons have passed, songs sung and toasts praised,
Drinks from horns, goblets, tankards and shot glasses raised.
Friends gone to dust, new families brought up and fed,
Lost short change and bundles of bread.
Dreams develop, goals transform into achievements
And successes become lost stories once said.
The stuff of it is difficult to place, pain and pleasure,
Flowing changes to a familiar human race.
Many wars and peace time battles treasure,
Such is this string tied tongue embrace.
Hold my stick in the wind and pull,
Climb from root to tip, amongst knurled limbs.
Make your mark, up-right and tight, full,
Pass kindred spirits, toward eternal springs.
One day at a time, written upon this face.
One more day, the ever longest yet,
Love each moment, give all, never forget.
Grow tall, be proud to survive, breathe again,
Resign to age at a strengthening pace.
Only in time when all is complete,
Let go, release to fall upon the earth
Having knowledge, deserving, discreet,
Die laughing, fulfilled in every worth.
Copyright Ⓒ 2012 Christopher Patrick Kirk all rights reserved
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