A 40th Birthday Poem

I want to start from zero
I want to clean the slate
But the dust of Old Ideas
Obscures my thought of late

Here's my life, it's half over
Exactly middle-aged
But when I wake tomorrow
Get ready for the stage

Waiting in the wings I'll sit
Behind that hopeless little screen
Keyboard scribbling instructions
On that hopeless little machine

I don't dwell on the future
Can't think about the past
And all the time the present
Don't ever seem to last

Got to help yourself, they say,
Don't worry—you'll be fine
I'd sound my barbaric YAWP!
But, hey, who's got the time?

Anyway the roofs are full
No one wants to listen
The prophets fallen silent
No one knows the mission

Singing hymns in the tavern
While taking bread and wine
Priest pours another bourbon
Eternal Life is mine

I want to start from zero
I want to clean the slate
But here's my life half over
The other half won't wait

(2017)

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