40th Birthday Poem
For me, the New Year starts in August when the heat outside makes mirages on the pavement, and there's an abundance of ripe food on the table fresh from the garden. This year will mark the 40th trip I've taken around our sun. And I'll be happy to be one year older. But while everyone else plans out their dream trips and special events, I am stuck wondering if I'll even be well when the day comes around. Maybe it is understandable, the slight pangs of jealousy I feel whenever the others talk about their own birthday plans. But even if it is understandable , that doesn't make it any easier to feel. I am not jealous because I wish to travel or do something grand. The jealousy is more because my life doesn't look the way I planned. The jealousy is because I spend my life