While I stand listening

The clock chimes.

I note time's

Passing and the hour

Of bewitchment nears,

Weaving the magic of the years.

How can another second add

Maturity,

Responsibility,

Not there before?

(The right to roll

Home drunk and still appear on the electoral roll).

There is a difference

Like day and night,

Like dark and light,

Like sweet and sour,

Like here and gone,

Between this moment and the next one.

I am (and have been) powerless

To show my love,

Until the new day proves

Another

Adult, just turned eighteen.

Then we can consummate our dream.

What if the striking hour should turn you back

Into a normal man

And availability remove your charm?

Before we find out for sure,

At midnight I shall kiss you and say,

"Happy Birthday."

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