Birthday Surprise

Today I turn 27! I am as old as the Yankees have championships.


It’s the feeling you get when someone takes you aside
And opens up your stubborn eyes
You thank your lucky stars they came
Because your life will never be the same
It’s like a Hemingway novel, written by the sea
Upon reading the ending, you’re stunned it’s meant to be
It’s the freedom in riding the open road alone
Only to meet up with the incredible unknown
It’s the crack of a bat that shakes the breath in the chest
And the anticipatory heart that beats in the breast
When a fly ball sails to the last of the fence
Allowing the air to again commence
It’s how you can’t let love go, but can’t confide or address
All the emotions you try not to show or confess
Until he tells you he was thinking that way all along
And knows exactly that you two belong
It’s the birthday surprise you never bought
That fulfills the deepest regard of what you always sought