BIRTHDAYS
By
Ravi Shankar September 2014
Nothing moves like a wave on a sea,
Churlish, whirling, part fantasy.
When did it come? Where did it go?
Who the hell cares and nobody knows.
When a silly second disappears
Who could say it was even here –
Then when that second becomes a year
It brings cheer and a pinch of fear:
Happy Birthday.
