Magi

In the days after my birth
there were wise men to observe,
knowing how to get and keep a job
in a world where bosses look different,
knowing how to live on the ocean
for months at a time under the sky
which did not contain new stars
unless you counted Telstar perhaps
and the wise men did not outnumber
the wise women who made things work.
None of this did I know at the time,
not appreciating my gifts until years passed.
There were no shepherds in the city
except for the furry ones with scary barks
and the angels were elusive as always,
as far as anyone told me about those days.