David Harris

Silver Star - 3,137 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Early Works - My Birthday Blues - Poem by David Harris

You wake up in the morning
full of the joys of spring
just want to sing and sing,
fresh as a daisy
under a newborn sun
that’s when my birthday blues begun.
The lonely feeling of being
the only one in the world,
no cards from the postman,
no presents from anyone
not even a many happy returns of the day.
Just another day passing
along life’s highway
with no one to notice the stranger - me.
No smiling faces,
no happy words,
only sad things,
and tears of the lonely
my birthday blues linger on.

18 June 1981

Authors Note:
This was actually written on my birthday in 1981 but I cannot recall what prompted me to write it. I know there was sadness in the house because of the loss of a dearly loved pet the week before.

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  • Rookie Carol Gall (8/24/2009 3:23:00 PM)

    i can relate to birthday blues not much fun (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 24, 2009

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