Another birthday comes <br />& pushes me even further <br /> <br />over the hill <br />iil <br />unwell <br /> <br />(sick of being sick) <br /> <br />pushing this bloody boulder <br />like Sysiphus up the bloody hill <br /> <br />yet the touch <br />of your hand <br /> <br />makes me young <br />& willing <br /> <br />make me so glad <br />to be <br /> <br />a man <br />with you <br /> <br />my woman.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-day-go-day/
