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Birthday Blues

by Joan Serratelli



Only 3 more days

to go

Another decade

gone by

I am now

OFFICALLY

at the end

of my

middle years

I am now

OLD

does it change

my being?

No

I’ll still

wear

my short

dresses

Yet

I usually

want to

“fit in”

When it comes

to 2 things

I REFUSE

to comform

I will still

wear my

mini dresses

~and~

I will still

smoke

my “weird”

BLACK

cigarettes

Farewell

50’s

In the last

ten years

I have gained

weight

I have gained

5 Grandchildren

I have become

less afraid

to be

who I am

And I make

no apologies

or false promises

I have never

forgotten

where I

came from

I grow older

I hope

I grow

stronger

Life dealt

me an interesting

(albeit painful

and rare)

hand

I am just trying

to play

to win

Does the one

with the most

toys win?

That’s yet

to be seen

I’m just trying

to survive in a

a very cruel world




















09/17/2012

Author's Note: I was born on the first day of "Rosh Hashunna" THAT year. My Dad found out that I entered the world at 6:20 am. The hospital did NOT call my house. The Resident who delivered me heard my father being called up to the alter. My last name was unusual. As my Father went back to his seat, a young guy identified himself as the Dr who delivered me. Since my Mom had toxic convulsions 4 days earlier, there was some question as my condition~ the dr (was an incompentant egotistical asshole) He did not even show up for my birth. I probably would have punched him) OBVIOUSLY, I lived My Dad named me immediatley and left "shul" to see my Mom and me.

Posted on 09/17/2012
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