Sixty-Two

 

Dear reader:

 

For today, the day before my 64^th birthday, I republish this poem from two birthdays ago.

 

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Sixty-Two

 

 

For my birthday I want a parking space

open right outside my destination,

with time on the meter

more than enough for me,

and for after me.

 

For my birthday I want free air,

free daylight, free night-darkness,

free ground beneath my feet,

free sun, moon and stars.

 

For my birthday I want a holy book

full of holy jokes funny enough

to make God laugh.

 

For my birthday I want justice for all

whether or not we deserve it.

 

For my birthday I want another birthday.