It’s not like you owe me anything.

I expect nothing from one.

When I turned 50

Half a telegram would have done.

In four years time

For better or worse

I’ll send you my greeting

In a letter with verse

On the envelope

A small sticker of you

A small price to pay

For everything you don’t do.

Your silence is deafening.

No action or thought.

Liars are threatening

You hide in your fort.

Let down the drawbridge

Raise up the sword

A knight to remember

On June the Fourth .