Poem July 25, 1977 ISSUE

HAPPY UN-BIRTHDAY

Lona Ingwerson

I'm to record my birth date on line 3.
Sure.
But I'll tell you where I'm not recording it—
In my consciousness.
I refuse to be trapped into the
Birth,
Maturity,
Decay syndrome,
The adolescent/senile cycle
With a brief space in the middle
To hurry up and be prosperous.
No way.
I am who I am,
Created by God
In His own likeness;
Not approaching nor retiring
But there,
Now,
Always.

Lona Ingwerson

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