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.
Are You Reading Me?
Hey!
ReplyDeleteHappy 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
:D The last stanza is my favorite.
ReplyDeleteis it really your birthday?
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday bob.... belated that is...
this poem is your birthday...!
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Hi there Bob,
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday, nmany happy returns, have a good day! :-)
Was the cake delish? ;)
ReplyDeleteHope the day was great.
:)
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.
ReplyDeleteHi 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.
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Bob, it's been awhile since I've made the rounds. Happy belated birthday. There will be better years ahead I'm sure!
ReplyDeleteBob, it's been awhile since I've made the rounds. Happy belated birthday. There will be better years ahead I'm sure!
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