Birthday Song

Before the Mini-Minor there was me,
Small and struggling in a foreign place,
My ending almost came before, you see,
A clinic, an appointed time, the space
To see me off to nothingness.
Perhaps I'm lucky, or just blessed,

However contrived within this race,

A million billion stars coalesce,

The making of such randomness.
If life is given, then it's given free,
To make a mark upon a family tree.