Gift Shop Bills: The Kid In Me Celebrates His Birthday
I woke up one year older,
Chiding the passage of time, against my will
When all at once I saw a bunch,
A host of loving gift shop bills.
In her pockets, in the cars trunk,
Fluttering and dancing as if they were drunk
I started dreaming about the gifts,
Continuous as the stars that shine,
Many and heavy, I would need a lift,
Bring them to our abode, hers and mine.
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The kids beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling kids in glee,
A poet could not be but gay,
in such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the gift shop bills.
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