My Last Birthday

If we’re lucky enough
We grow old
With wisdom, love and health
No regrets
No clinging to what we can never hold onto

Only with joy in our heart
Should we hold this moment
For it’s all we have
And when we think about it
It’s all we ever really need

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About Don Iannone

Don Iannone is the owner of Donald T. Iannone & Associates (DTIA), an economic and community development strategy and research consulting company, and he is a poet and photographer living in Bratenahl, Ohio. Don's career spans 35 years in economic and community development and the environmental quality field. Prior to starting DTIA in 2000, he was director the economic development and environmental business centers at Cleveland State University (CSU) for 15 years. Prior to joining CSU, he worked for Lakeland Community College, Greater Cleveland Growth Association, and Northeast Ohio Areawide Coordinating Agency (NOACA). His educational background includes undergraduate studies at Cleveland State University, and graduate studies at Case Western Reserve University, University of Oklahoma, and the University of Philosophical Research. He is the author of two books of poetry and two books combining his poetry and photography. Don gives talks and seminars on his creative work and economic and community development.

4 thoughts on “My Last Birthday

  1. Beautiful shot of the sun on the water, Don. Not to mention all the snowshots. And then there’s blossoming trees that look realll good on this January morning….

  2. And a pre-Happy Birthday for your next one, Don, and thanks for your beautiful poem. From another poet for you:

    “Oh God said to Abraham, “Kill me a son”
    Abe says, “Man, you must be puttin’ me on”
    God say, “No.” Abe say, “What?”
    God say, “You can do what you want Abe, but
    The next time you see me comin’ you better run”
    Well Abe says, “Where do you want this killin’ done?”
    God says, “Out on Highway 61”

    Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose
    Welfare Department they wouldn’t give him no clothes
    He asked poor Howard where can I go
    Howard said there’s only one place I know
    Sam said tell me quick man I got to run
    Ol’ Howard just pointed with his gun
    And said that way down on Highway 61

    Well Mack the Finger said to Louie the King
    I got forty red, white and blue shoestrings
    And a thousand telephones that don’t ring
    Do you know where I can get rid of these things
    And Louie the King said let me think for a minute son
    And he said yes I think it can be easily done
    Just take everything down to Highway 61

    Now the fifth daughter on the twelfth night
    Told the first father that things weren’t right
    My complexion she said is much too white
    He said come here and step into the light, he says hmm you’re right
    Let me tell the second mother this has been done
    But the second mother was with the seventh son
    And they were both out on Highway 61

    Now the rovin’ gambler he was very bored
    He was tryin’ to create a next world war
    He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
    He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before
    But yes I think it can be very easily done
    We’ll just put some bleachers out in the sun
    And have it on Highway 61″

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