Sorry this poem is late
and though it’s not very great
here's a poem anyway.
Did you have a nice birthday?
Did you get a new sweater?
I bet your birthday was better
than the former birthdays
during your working days,
because now that you’re retired
you can sleep whenever you're tired,
even if it’s the middle of the day
or near the end of the day
or right at the start of the day
or in fact any part of the day.
Even at, say, 3:23 p.m.,
you can turn the lights down dim
and invite the sandman in.
And with the days and nights of slumber
bringing peace to your aging mind
your family and your friends will surely find
that you've developed a power,
and a soul, and a heart,
all loving, all steady, all kind.
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