Feted

A day you can lay claim to.

Yours to own with pride.

When you have paid your due.

Now to enjoy your strides.

Unburdened by the mundane,

You can lay bare your fantasy

There is nothing arcane

in desiring some revelry.

Plied, with gifts small and big,

Modestly you revel in the attention.

Of the drink of life, you take a swig,

Oblivious to all around dissention.

You slip into roles you must play

Customary or progressive, be it

Milestones, you gather and assay

Adding to them, your own twist

Wishes flow in, all shapes and kinds

You are thought of very fondly

Take a moment also to rewind

 And recalling all that led to today, warmly.

Whacked and Walloped by life

Passage of life goes on its pace  

Pranked by its vagaries we are  

while I’d like to caper and chase

I am sure, what’s planned is bizarre.

I rise, rubbing off the debris of time,

Legs give away, bearing the brunt of age.

Instinct says, into cocoon, to climb.

Sticking to determination, a battle I wage.

The chain of events slips by unseen

Vulnerabilities sets the bar low.

While my youth, I attempt to preen.

Insecurities land me a harsh blow.

The gift of life

The gift of life.

dis regarded pitifully.

while one pines one's days

wishing it away.

Joy of birth is regarded

Highly, deeply, idealized

while in reality death

follows every birth.

Will it ever cease to

astound and amaze

the miracle of origin

A new life, commencing.

The gift of life

every breath a blessing

every moment a treasure

And existence, a boon.

Prompt - Wednesday Prompt 474 Poetic Asides