It's my Birthday
It approaches, silently like a lover
It reminds me of my short time here
I spurn it
I don't need its reminders
The sore legs, the sore back
They tell me more about my age than any date could
I laugh at the pain
The laughter is my defiance
I will laugh until my last breath draws
Content that no matter what
I lived despite the benchmarks of age
I lived the life young, inside my head
I lived the life young inside my heart
Even as the body crumbles, I will live the life young
I will only surrender when the heart stops beating
I will only surrender when my brain ceases to fire its neurons
Only then will I allow age to win
It's my Birthday
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