This birthday is supposed to be significant
By why doesn’t it feel significant?
It’s supposed to mark a passage of time
That transitions me into wiser, kinder, and more satisfied years.
So why is it that with each year that passes
I find myself losing myself more within meaningless chapters?
Some have said that as you age
Everything that has happened makes more sense.
But as I grow as I see the need to be content
With instead knowing and wanting less.
And despite the renewal that time brings,
The love, faith, and trust in hope,
I still wonder how much of my passage
Remains guided by a few past moments
I’ve boxed up, sealed , opened, closed, and reopened
But still tied back shut to carry as added baggage.
And will this next decade be enough?
Will I create the meaning I think I need?
Will I do enough to make up for every other moment
I’ve let slip by into forgotten decades?
—Written by Sandy Heights