Birthday Blues
When I was a child my birthdays came
As seldom near as never.
While now it seems they’ve speeded up
And are coming at me ever.
I’m sorry to be such a jerk;
I really need your shoulder.
I’m bummed each birthday when it comes
Will find me one year older.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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