my birthday poem

This is in very rough shape as I just woke up and it rolled off my pen this morning, but I want to post it before the day runs away from me:

Thirty-nine years ago
I was without form and void
In the darkness of my mother’s womb

I could have been anyone
But for a lone warrior who
Fought against the odds
To win the battle and claim his prize

Fate, my eternally talented torturess
Spiked my drink with lust for life

And like a hungry bear
I devoured fortune’s sweet kiss
Made love to her sister, the moon
Embraced her brother, the sun

Thirty-nine years is but
A pimple on the face of time,
A fleeting moment through
the hourglass

If today should be my last
I can, in truth, say it is a
Good day to die

But before you cut the string
My talented torturess
Can I have one more pint
With my mates?


  • Mad_Lass says:

    Hello and happy birthday! I love this poem – very thought provoking, and a great ending. Here, have a pint on me…

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    (I spent years of training to get this good at graphics)

  • Mad_Lass says:

    Oh dear, my beer mug handle seems to have fallen into the glass…

  • Clay Lowe says:

    hi mad lass, thanks for the virtual beer.


  • Anndi says:

    I missed the celebration, but you are never far from my thoughts dear one.

    Hugs and kisses

  • Jamie Lee aka "bartender" says:

    Clay, I must say. I’ve only just clicked onto your page and from what I see, ur a poet! God Damn (excuse my blasphomy for I am also a good catholic) but your birthday poem seems almost autobiographical to me. Tell you something. Next time I have the pleasure of serving you, the erdinger/kasteel Cru/anything is on me!

  • Clay Lowe says:

    Hi Jamie,

    Thanks bro. I’ll take you up on that Kasteel Cru!

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