Sonnet Sunday: “A Poem for You on Your 65th Birthday”

Thirteen times five—a monumental year,
Multiply that product by two and you
Get 130—Shakespeare’s best sonnet. Here
We see the beauty in numbers. It’s true
That some believe math is invented, not
Discovered, like lab diamonds juxtaposed
With those that are naturally mined. Hot
Days in a lab, in the earth, let’s suppose
It matters not the quality of stone
Where it comes from but who gives and who
Gets it. I care not the rock of my home
If her birthday’s a construct of time to
Mark how we organize our life’s sweet span
But that most was spent making me a man…