April 27, 2025

Another birthday has passed.

When I get this to this age,

I seem to be the fool on the hill,

Climbers mistakenly seeking wisdom.

I admit to be stymied, denied,

Incoherent of mind in these things.

They'd be amazed at the multitude

Of thoughts grown and died there.

Still, I know their type,

Persistent and well-meaning.

I better provide them something

As I'd rather be alone.

If you're looking for some pithy epigram

To pin up on your bulletin board:

'Tis better to be pulling dandelions

Than pushing up the daisies.