My birthday is only a day...
it has no meaning...no love...no spirit...
it is simply a reminder that I am...
that I have become to be...
and that has no meaning...
everything has come to be...
billions of years of becoming...
fire, dust, stars, planets...
it all is and it all isn't...
it has no meaning...
but for you...
when did man start to love...
when did clay turn to clay
and see meaning in other clay...
did man love before the men
who named the shining star Venus
in honor of love...
as I stood outside tonight...
on my birthday...
and looked at the yellow tinged
half moon with Venus trailing
it like a beautiful reminder
that we have become...
I thought of you,
and I swear to god...
Venus brightened.
Coach Roth
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-birthday-has-no-meaning/
