Warning From The Surgeon General Poem by Patti Masterman

Tomorrow it is your birthday
I haven't made the cake
I bought no balloons

It's a memorable occasion
We always celebrated
Wrapping presents was fun

Load the car, it’s a party on wheels
Quick put the balloons up
While she's in the bathroom

Hurry light the candles
How old is she again?
I hope she likes her presents

Life was so rich
When you were living-
But it's no use having a party now

At least we celebrated while we could
This is what death does and it isn’t pretty
So love now while there’s still time