Poems (Linn)/Birthdays
BIRTHDAYS.
ANOTHER birthday! Like a nun that tellsHer beads within the convent's narrow cellsMy soul takes heed. Not those dull beads she loves,Although she cons them with such eager eyes;It is because they bear her soul aboveAnd aid the yearning spirit to arise.
And so I feel the years that come and go,Lift me to larger life and nobler deed;And that is why I count my birthdays soAnd do not sorrow as the fleet years speed;Each one a blessing, like the meek nun's prayersTold on the sacred rosary she wears.