Happy Birthday Monsieur Sartre Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Today being, June the 21st,
is also the anniversary of your birth.
It's hardly about nothingness had you
been alive you would've been 105.

The same age my father would've
been had he lived that long.

Now, mind you, I do not deny
your past existence, it's not like
about God's nor do I require
your birth certificate
as some imbecile requested
of a sometime US president.

Sure, you might've said you were
a philosopher not a politician
though I see hardly any difference
between the two.

Thank you for helping me discover
the meaning of life and more kudos
for your analytical thoughts about
their connotation to nothingness.

I still try to decipher your innuendoes
after nearly three quarters of a century
of reading you yet not really studying
your philosophy.

What I got is that I want it my way.
Now! and it's not my fault if I want it
NOW! Like immediately.

That's because there's always
the possibility of no tomorrow.

It's a matter of the longevity
of existence!

Today is also the longest day
of the year.
I don't know what it has to do
with you but I can come up
with a good phenomenological
existential tale.