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.
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 suns 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.