Impending Birthday Considerations

October sings,
time passes;
another year,
another verse.

How many stanzas
remain in the book
of my life?

How many songs
remain unsung?

What lips remain
to be opened?

How soon before
purple nightingales
sing me
through eternity?

Nothing
can be known,
for sure,
except that
each October
another page turns
and one fewer
remains.
- mce