let not this day
pass like any other
doing what no human can do
opening flood gates
of love and generosity
and speaking with tender voice

be my messenger
opening the heart
to treasured memories
past and present
of love received
and sending warmth
into recesses
where sunshine cannot reach
console oh heavenly Father
the weeping prophet
who is my friend
so even wornout tunes
become renewed again

~ vincenzo ©


Maybe the idea of a Birth”day” is too distressing,
When warm expressions are limited,
To a short interval of time,
Maybe birthdays shouldn’t be looked upon,
As the epitome,
Of how much others love us…
All love expressions,
Pumped into just one day.
So, take heed to Jonathan Swift’s words,
When he said,
“May you live all the days of your life.”
Could there ever be,
A greater birthday wish?
For a day is just not enough,
To pay tribute to a true friend,
Nor even to oneself,
Birthdays only lead to disappointment,
If and when…
We put all our expectations into only one day.
As if that’s all that counts.
For one wise man wrote,
“I find each day too short,
For all the thoughts I want to think,
All the walks I want to take,
All the books I want to read,
And all the friends I want to see.”
And so with that reflective quote
I leave you,
Not to one day, but to many.

~ vincenzo

Birthdays and good times
Come and go too soon
Yet some friends are spared
The wrinkles of time
They’re ageless and free
Where the twinkle of the eye
The generosity of a smile
The light touch of a hand
And the velvety energy of a giggle
Remove the grayness of the default mode
As only true friends like you can inspire
With a fragrance that lasts
For more than a day

~ vincenzo