Birthdays

I've lived through rain and sleet and snow, but where did all my birthdays go? Behind the stool? Behind the chair? I've looked all over. They ain't there! When I was young time moved so slow, yet now I wonder, "Where'd it go?" I won't be sad or shed a tear. I'll celebrate the one this year! I've been alive a lot of years. My nose still grows, as do my ears. Can barely see and hardly hear, can't wait to see what breaks next year.