Passing through
and that's all we ever do

I am humbled by your cheers,
my joy
akin to that when I was
but a boy is boundless

(Who said hop it?)
stop it
you're making me cry.

Each milestone passed is
one more nearer to the last
( realism is a necessity )
not necessary some would say,
not even on a sixty second birthday?
and I'll go with that view

after all
passing through may be
what we do
but
there's no law against taking
as much time as possible
to admire the view
and that'll definitely do
for me.