Monday, July 11, 2011

Poem - Birthday Poem

all these numbers
on my birthday
of 44
born at 4.44 in
the afternoon

7 - 11 - 11

308 in dog years
what does it mean
funny very funny
god windsup
the next pitch

go ahead
give me the fastball

2 comments:

The Rambling Taoist said...

Think of your age in ant years. You are immortal -- The Ant God. :-D

CM said...

HA! Thanks for the message -- we're just a whisker in Star Time, living forever according to the Bugs.