Today is the first day
of the rest of my life
I wake as a child
to see the world again
on monarch wings
and birthday wonderings
want to put on faces
walk in the wet and cold
and look forward to my growing old
to grow is to change
to change is to be new
to be new is to be young again
I barely remember when
my memories are stolen by the morning
blotted out by the sun's hypnotic eye
Today is the first day
of the rest of my life
I wake as a child
to see the world begin on monarch wings
and birthday wonderings
want to put on faces
walk in the wet and cold
and look forward to my growing old