A Birthday Nonsense and Nonesuch

I woke today feeling the need to rhyme. And this is the poor result of that labor.

Today I am forty-one.

For all I have gained, still more is going gone.

For all I am doing, seems so little is done.

And yet of love my years are barely begun

And for tales like fiber to spin and spun

And for battles unending and battles won

Today is the day I am forty-one.