Birthday Blues
Birthday’s come and birthdays go,
I shouldn’t worry, I fully know
First they’re young then follows old,
But as they pass I grow cold
And weary of the days to come
Feeling like a total bum
Just waiting for my time to end
Until my cards, they’ll no longer send.
April 7, 2005
Copyright © Tina Thornton | Year Posted 2005
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