When this day comes every year…
I think of our years of togetherness….
I remember the first phone call
I made to a stranger…..
And the long phone calls that followed….
Even the long silences that spoke
so much…. and words that made
friends out of strangers…
A friendship that taught me
to pen for the first time… and
a love that gave me the chance
second time….
I know we never count the
years in the past….
What matters is the years
ahead….
But I wonder…. I still wonder…
Is your age still searching for you,
aimlessly wandering in the
corridors of time….. unable to
catch up with you…
If you get younger year
after year like this….
I think that age might go out
business pretty soon…
Well this year too you will win
and age will lose…
You will get younger
by another year…
Happy Birthday to you……