Sonnet for a friend on his Fifty-Fifth Birthday
Life is a series of crises solved
And decisions that seemed wise at
the time
Too fast to understand what had
devolved
We thought it right but the line
doesn’t rhyme
The clothes of a young man no
longer fit
But the boy is still there behind
the eyes
Some of life is perfect and some
is shit
So hard to sort out the truth
from the lies
But here we are, still alive and
kicking
Learning and building and loved
by our God
Friends and Art and Joy to keep
us ticking
Glory in being beautifully odd
And I hope you have a lovely
autumn
And find your perfect
lace-covered bottom
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