A Reflection on my 23rd Birthday

It seems I’m turning 23 tomorrow,

And I don’t know why.

By all accounts,

It’s not in my best interest

To turn 23 at the the end of the day,

But it seems I’m turning 23 anyway.

These days, these days feel as though

They come and go;

Just another day,

Let’s get on with the show…

It started last year, I think,

Approaching a birthday in Dundee,

Witnessing codeine trades in A and E.

A cookie cake I was too weak to eat,

And a solitary pint to wash down

Levenshulme bakery’s mixed meat.

A year has passed me by

And they’re not slowing down,

I’d better make moves, then,

To start living deliberately, again.