Another day, Another year.
The moments are clear.
There are calls and messages too.
Happy birthday to you.
There's no icecream, or cake.
To my birthday, I awake.
Another year older.
I'm getting the cold shoulder.
Some (people) pass by and say hi, but inside I do cry.
These are the moments that go by with tears In my eyes.
I remember birthdays past, as a kid who grew fast.
Those good times, I had a blast and the fun times always last.
I'm much older now and some friends have pass.
As I look through times glass.
It's amazing to see!
But I say, happy birthday to me!
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Author:
The BlackShakespeare (
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Comments3
Thanks, but it is not my birthday today. I have penned moments of others close to me who have felt this way including me at times. But in all things I give God Thanks for life and his faithfulness.
I don’t know why
But I felt more like this as I age by
It’s feel that comes every year with passing time
And I end up saying happy birthday to myself alone and aloof at times
Well penned
Exactly....we ate on the same wave length.
As each year passes the experience of life becomes more inherent in our lives and shows us that we can move forward into better times.
Andy
Very true
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