Of course you know you are
One year older on this day.
But really, when you were younger
It was actually just one day away.
That’s why you don’t really feel
That you have gotten any older
And do not need anybody near
So you can cry on their shoulder.

Happy birthday, one day older
Happy birthday, one year too.
Cut the cake and share it baby.
Celebrate a year that is new.

You have no more hairs there
Upon your aging old head.
Everyone may be singing at you
But you are just one day ahead
Of who you were yesterday morn
When you woke up out of bed
And started on your daily journey
Following where fortune led.

Happy birthday, one day older
Happy birthday, one year too.
Cut the cake and share it baby.
Celebrate a year that is new.

But play along with tradition
And smile at the song and jokes.
Make a wish about tomorrow
As you blow out the candle smoke.
Though you’re only one day wiser
Things are more than they appear
Because the last time you did this
Was one amazing bygone year.

Happy birthday, one day older
Happy birthday, one year too.
Cut the cake and share it baby.
Celebrate a year that is new.

I wait for the sun,
And its new found glories.
The day begins anew,
With so many stories.
But alas from this what do we take?
A selfishness,
A greed.
Something we don't celebrate,
A new day has begun.
With it the warmth of the sun,
So for us this day.
Let us commemorate a day of life,
Our life.
And let us not for granted take.

Take me by the hand,
see me through your placid garden.
Walk with me, St. Mary's.

March me in time to your rhythm;
let me wield the mallet that beats your drum.
Sing to me, St. Mary's.

String my sole into the primordial web
within the black walnut tree.
Lay with me, St. Mary's.

Close my eyes and tilt me back;
dip me into the murky pond.
Baptize me, St. Mary's.

Take me down to the fiery shoreline;
we'll linger beneath the countenance of the rugged cross.
Crucify me, St. Mary's.

Sit me by your mystic grave,
cast a silent earthy veil over me.
Bury me, St. Mary's.

Chip me from the rock, free me of these shackles,
rocket me into the heavens.

Liberate me, St. Mary's.

What loss would it be?
What cost would it take?
To borrow such wings,
To fly to the King?

Follow his lead,
To hear him teach,
To know what it means,
To believe in the Dream.

Watch him dance in the grass,
Drinking from heaven's glass,
Singing,
"Free at Last... Free at Last..."

One year more I watched that glistening bauble
drop from the heavens above
Celebrities were kissing
while I watched; innocent as a dove
One hand held I a mocktail
the other held the remote
my iPhone 5 was on my lap
the drink running down my throat
I was starting to get nervous
as the year was ending soon
these next few seconds
were intense
or I was crazy as a loon
My love of  just two months
was conversing then with me
He was away but I was here
it was him I wished to see
Then at last the time had come
to welcome the New Year
My heart stopped as I sent the text
that I before had feared
Some people underestimate
the power of emojis
but they convey a secret language
for the new generation to see
the particular face I sent
had puckered lips of love
would it be received well as I hoped
I prayed to Heaven above
The time was 12:01
I was ready for fate to play
its part in my quest of love
from which I had not strayed
My phone then alerted me
that I had received a message
it was a kiss sent back to me
from the boy I love  with rage
My heart was all aflutter
when I realized with glee
this was my first New Year's kiss
and it belonged to me
not only this, but there was more
that I celebrated that night
I completed a resolution
that I had made years before in spite
of my usual luck in love
it was horrible to the extreme
I wanted to have a kiss of love
the night Baby New Year was conceived
I jumped up from my chair
and danced about with glee
then I shouted for the world to hear;
"My Old Year's resolution is complete!"

Be sorry not for being yourself;
Be sorry for not being yourself

An infinitely delicate green
gently disguised verbena
leaf, shyly beginning to
undress for a morning
bath in sunlight and pure,
chilly water. Where did she
ever get the idea that she
was too green to celebrate?