Today I’m Turning 50

So we toast a cup of "Joe" And look at what at what came before All the years that we blow Before we take the time to know

Ourselves, our wants, our true desires Like sitting very quiet, enjoying the fire Or making a ruckus to the neighbor's chagrin Make them look up and say "Hey what the hell you doin'?"

We shape so much that we don't know the shape Of what happiness is, what delight it takes To bring us out of our dreary state And take a moment to contemplate

I never finished this poem I don't know what to say Except to bring this end On my 50th birthday