My birthday lament

My birthday lament
looming up ominously
is another precious year
escaping my grasp
really?
my life achievements
my dreams of fame and fortune
lay still ahead
they should be
behind me
already
dammit!
my soul mate is
still languishing
in some purgatory
seeking
my pent up desires
yet unaware of my existence
Shit!
my essays
brilliant and witty
have still not
made it into
the Globe and Mail,
unacceptable!
will I ever
get published
somewhere
besides Facebook?
my brain says
get a life
but my heart says
follow me..
without a love of something
we have nothing
ain’t it the truth?
clMargerate