Ephemera

I was born on Friday
October 19, 1951.

As of this day,
I am 21,438 days old.

I inhabit an Earth.

The actuarial tables
say I will live to be 70.

Soiled auditory scraps
barely overheard
in a random room
filled with grunts,
resonating nothing;
dry sounds for deaf ears.

Think about it:
nothing in this poem
means anything.

Born, live, die;
all commonplace.

Something is missing:
can you fill in the blank?
  - mce