I still remember,
As though it was the 25th of December,
The presents and the love that I gave
Memories I swore I would take to my grave.
I bought her gifts and I took her to dinner
I gave her a cake she became a grinner,
To my one and only love I did say
"Today it is your birthday."
I still remember
As though again it was September,
My birthday once again had come
And there sadly was no one.
No one to sing me a song or give me a card
No cake or sign in my yard,
A birthday wish from her I had sought
But, me she had forgot.
I still remember
It was the following November,
Another lonely year had came
Now I know where to place the blame.
She is now nowhere near my side
Sadly more tears I have cried,
I now sing and whistle my own song;
She did me wrong.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem