torpidly he walks to the mirror
on this day he was born
all his life he wished for a thing
to be the best he could
he's shocked at the number of wrinkles
on his face
at his age he has nothing to call his own
like the day he was born
just life!
today of all days,he lost his job
what a present for his birthday!
there is no one to inherit,
if not his "wealth",at least his smile
if he ever had one...
sadly,he drags himself to his room
she is not there anymore
the woman with whom
he had smashing days
he sings himself to sleep
hoping to be someone
at least in his dreams
©rolybee
R