Today is <br />the same day <br />I was born and <br />I am the same age <br />as Jesus was <br />before he <br />met his creator <br />before he let <br />himself get nailed <br />onto the cross <br />while befriending a thief <br />waiting <br />for mercy <br />shattered by tears <br />of an ending existence <br />counting off seconds <br />watching <br />the movement <br />of the Three o’ clock sun... <br />I see my reflection of <br />thirty three years inside <br />the mirror of salad days <br />and remember the youth <br />of fools gone by <br />and walk out into a city <br />where I’ll make it a point <br />not to forget <br />how he walked <br />immortality home<br /><br />Charles Lara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-s-are-wild/
