Silran's Playground

Monday, February 8, 2010

My Birthday

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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