1,767,187,856 Seconds Old
By Don Iannone

Once a year, you are officially reborn,
and you become a year older,
or at least that day, your birthday,
is the tipping point people seem to remember.
Well, not everyone remembers, but some folks do,
or at least I hope a few do.
Truth is we are reborn in every budding moment,
whether we want to be or not.
Every wave of consciousness
sweeping through you
brings about a new you.
Just think if you needed a social security card,
or a driver's license for all those new yous.
There are 31, 556,926 seconds in a year...
that's a whole lot of new yous.
Imagine how that requirement would increase government spending!
And you thought we were wasting a lot of money
on the George W. Bush War in Iraq.
By the way, GWB was born in New Haven, Connecticut,
and not Texas, as his accent would suggest.
You'd think he'd treat Easterners nicer
because of his place of nativity.
Oh well, today is my birthday,
and it's a cold snowy day here in Cleveland,
matching the weather in little old Martins Ferry,
where I first popped up fifty-six years ago.
That was 1,767,187,856 seconds ago, and yeah I know...
that's a whole lot of new mes!