Let me preface this poem by saying that while I do appreciate the kind things my now family has done for my birthday, I don't really care for big deals made of it. My family of origin wasn't either. They were more interested in themselves and their other kids. So I'm not used to or comfortable with being the center of attention, especially for a birthday which everyone has one a year. I do, however, find it a good time to pause, bookmark and consider.
Why is it some people make
such a big deal of their day of birth
as if they had accomplished
some huge feat of priceless worth?
Why do they act so arrogant
and entitled to crowns worn
instead of just recognizing
all they did was to be born?
There are probably a lot of reasons
some of arrogance and pride
while others over celebrate
because as kids they had to hide
But strangely the hidden ones
are the very ones who don't
celebrate themselves at all
while those who should tone it down, won't
There's something very telling
about someone who celebrates themselves
with great gusto and expects others
to behave like their helper elves
It says they see themselves
as exalted and on a higher plane
it's quite awkward to behold
when a person is so vain
It's even more difficult for
those of us not celebrated
to have to honor the proud
it reinforces just how low we rated
we already expected to honor
everyone else at our own expense
especially the already too puffed up
it's such hypocritical nonsense
The way to heal as I see it
is to see us all as God sees
The proud and haughty he casts down
and exalts the meek and lowlies
So for my birthday this year
I'm giving myself permission to be
done with catering to big heads
I'm working on little ole me
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