As a child
I loved birthdays,
eagerly anticipated each one.
As a teen
I was anxious to
count more candles,
16, 18, as if more was better.
In my twenties
I wished birthdays
could delay their arrival,
28, 29, as if less was more.
As I have
grown older,
I have grown to
appreciate birthdays
to the grim alternative.
As I grow
older still, I can
imagine there may
come a time when I will
be content to have them no more.
One day,
when time
is no more and
love is all there is and
now is all there will ever be.

About the Poet:
Todd Matson is a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist in North Carolina, United States. His poetry has been published in The Journal of Pastoral Care and Counseling; Soul-Lit: A Journal of Spiritual Poetry; The Clayjar Review, Agape Review and Mindfull Magazine, and his short stories have been published in Ariel Chart International Literary Journal; Faith, Hope and Fiction; Agape Review, Literary Yard, Vital Christianity, CafeLit and Children, Churches & Daddies. He has also written lyrics for songs recorded by several contemporary Christian music artists, including Brent Lamb, Connie Scott and The Gaither Vocal Band.
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