Another blown candle ends another year,
Which brings friends and family happiness and also a cheer,
Reminiscing and celebrations, with memories and congratulations;
With grins and smiles, but it still brings a single tear;
It is your birthday and you aged another year.
Happy birthday they announce to you as they all shout
But, do you want to celebrate it? That I highly doubt,
It has been another year of aches and pain, and losses and gain,
You would rather be alone just to forget and pout;
You wished they'd forgot your birthday, or just had left you out.
The child excitedly waits for their birthday to arrive,
But, you don't care for birthdays at all, all you want is to survive,
You know it's just another bell chime, listened by father time,
Some are excited to get older, you are just happy to be alive;
Birthdays will come, and cake and card makers will always thrive.
Birthdays you believe are meant only for the child
When they can run and shout and sing and also go wild,
Happy songs are always sung, it's truly just for the young,
When the child receives their presents, they all are beguiled;
Birthdays for me and other adults; I am just reviled.
Another year older is all that a birthday represents
With cake and ice-cream for children and games and plenty of presents,
A child impatiently waits to be an adult, I see that as youth's insult;
But, that is my own belief when I add my dollar and cents;
Birthdays in reality are just nature's and business's calculated events.
Randy L. McClave