Happy Birthday to Me ...
I’ve more friends on The Prose than I have in “real life,” so sharing my birthday here is a big deal. (By the way, I’m now age 74. Does that make me one of the oldest Prosers? Perhaps ...)
Age is relative, of course. Sometimes I feel quite young, until I look in the mirror and wonder, “Who is that old man?”
As a kid, I loved reading the newspaper. Perhaps that’s why I became a reporter/editor. I also loved poems. Perhaps that’s why I enjoy writing them now that I’m retired.
The thing I like most about poems is how so much is said in so few words. It’s like magic —or the TARDIS on “Doctor Who.” (Poems are bigger on the inside than they are on the outside.)
Anyway, to wrap things up, let me quote from “Birthday” by The Beatles:
“I would like you to dance (Birthday)
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance (Birthday)
I would like you to dance (Birthday)
Woo, dance! Dance!”
Happy Birthday to me!
LINK: “Birthday” by The Beatles