Thursday, April 10, 2008

Wish It Was Over?

The annual date of my messy arrival
a quaint commemoration of continued survival
I wonder what dreams merit revival.

Each revolution I turn less inspired,
deeper in doubt my soul becomes mired,
will life seem worth living once time has expired?

Extinguishing wicks with receding relish
trying to think of a doable wish—
oh well, I hope the cake’s delish.

10 comments:

Shirley said...

Hey!
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday to you!!!!

Have a good one and feel lucky you didn't have to hear me singing! haha

Noah The Great said...

:D The last stanza is my favorite.

Gerald Galindez said...

is it really your birthday?

Happy birthday bob.... belated that is...

Gerald Galindez said...

this poem is your birthday...!

nice...

Stacey said...

Hi there Bob,
Happy Birthday, nmany happy returns, have a good day! :-)

Nothingman said...

Was the cake delish? ;)

Hope the day was great.

:)

Bubba said...

I think a lot of us share these sort of thoughts around that special time... although most of us can't identify it with such precision. Hope you get to celebrate many more.

rch said...

Hi all, thanks. I had to take a few days off as I found my exhaustion was making me a touch testy, which I apologize for. Well here we go for another year, hopefully this one will be better.
:D

Dan said...

Bob, it's been awhile since I've made the rounds. Happy belated birthday. There will be better years ahead I'm sure!

Dan said...

Bob, it's been awhile since I've made the rounds. Happy belated birthday. There will be better years ahead I'm sure!