On February 2, 2016: An Odd Sonnet

It's true: you're one year older than you were just yesterday,
An unbelievable and unexpected jolt. We say,
You don't look older than you did July last year, or May,
But nineteen sixty-four? Well, yes. You have changed since, O.K.?
My answer, when they ask why you had deigned to marry me,
Has been, "A mercy marriage; no one's kindlier than she.
That's how she always manages to look so young, you see."
And they say, "Ha! You lie! We know she's only forty-three!"
The problem is, if that were true, you're wise beyond your years,
Pure wisdom, not experience, not aches, hard truths, and tears,
Have made you what you are today, not running through the gears
And coming out the other end by overcoming fears.
So, being born this day, you suffer with us and around us,
And searching for your acolytes — here, sadly, you have found us!