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.
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