On your birthday, today, by Ivan Donn Carswell
On your birthday, today, there is time to reflect On the essence of our intimacy, From a beginning in the spring-tide of youth To an afterward secured in the distant mist, And for what reason and to what end it endures. Each year I feel the consequence, keen With up-welling of sentiment, Where new love springs before the old Has run its course (but its course is never run), And each day adds its weight to the sum We bear on that date this day in June, To solidify with birthdays gone by In an endless, banquet bequest. Today we take time out to renew And revisit the mood of our youthful love. Tomorrow, with the same tremulous excitement As beset us when we danced on its eve ‘til dawn We will wed again. © I.D. Carswell June 13, 2002
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