Birthday Poem to Myself
Ok fine.
the sun came up
this morning.
It does that
every morning.
Why is today
so special?
Why should I
have a nice day
today
when there are
365 days to
choose from?
Besides,
who are you
to tell me
what kind of
day to have?
Ok fine.
The moon rose
this evening.
It does that
every evening.
It’s no different
an evening
than any other
I’ve spent in
the past
62 years.
Why go out
to celebrate
when it’s just
another
24-hour
period
in my life?
What’s the
big deal?
Ok fine.
I WILL
have a
Happy Birthday-
just to make you SHUT UP!
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