Today is my birthday, and so here is my birthday haiku.
Years revolve, we mark,
Life’s journey, each step honoured,
Birthdays light our path.
Beautiful words but permit me to also share with you the ‘poem’ my oldest school friend sang at me down the phone earlier. She is four months older than me.
It went something like this:
“Happy birthday Lisa, you are old like me!
We are two old motherfuckers, you see!”
Also beautiful in its own way.
I’m now at that in-between, no-mans land of ageing, where the precise number won’t matter again until maybe 75 or 80.
Fine. On we go.
That being said, with old age looming like a gothic awning I take solace from the words of the late, great Nora Ephron, who said: “Looking back, it seems to me that I was clueless until I was about 50 years old.”
It’s nice to think that I might actually be learning something at this age but just in case I’m not, my memory is suitably sketchy, which means I won’t remember it anyway.
I think you’ll agree that, either way, it’s a win-win situation.
Now, what were we talking about again?
Lisa
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Happy birthday!
Happy Birthday Lisa!!!!!