Poetry 37: Birthday Wishes by Martin Lytton


Years don’t care much, do they,

For your feelings.

They’ll pass you in the street without a nod,

Leave you stranded on your journey;

Never pick you up

When you’re waiting, patiently

For that look:

That smile

That kiss.


That one.

In fact they’re bloody rude.

And two-faced, too,

Pretending that they’re treating you with


When you’re young and looking.

Then dancing with another at the party of your


You standing at the side, not watching as the blur

Unfocusses your dream

Of noise and celebration and leaves you Wretched at the edge of others’ fun.


But one day, dear, those same dissembling

years return

To make their move; to catch you

With their unrepentant smile

And win you,

Strip you,

Lie you on your back and love you

In the bed you kept unmade.

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About Barry Daniel

I live in the Lake District in the UK where I run a guesthouse with my partner Kate and my cat Manuel. I enjoy painting, hillwalking, reading, visiting and entertaining friends, T’ai Chi and playing the guitar. I’m engaged to a certain degree in the local community, as a volunteer with Samaritans and I’m a fairly active member of the local Green party. I’ve had a relatively intuitive sense of the Middle Way most of my adult life but it found a greater articulation and a practical direction through joining the society. It’s also been interesting and great fun engaging with other people with a similar outlook. My main contribution to the society is conducting the podcast interviews, something that gives me a lot of satisfaction and that I’ve learnt a lot from.

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