Waiting For Her Birthday Card
Waiting For Her Birthday Card
by Rick Rucker
This is really hard,
Waiting for her birthday card.
It won't come, of course,
Unless delivered by a Flying Horse!
She mounted the hearse for her Final Trip,
The driver was anxious, he used the whip!
Her card was always there by morning,
Long before the sunlight was aborning!
Not just my birthday, but all year round,
She must have bought them by the pound!
I'm a guy, I might forget,
The sadness in her eyes, I would then get.
This time, I'll be sad,
I've lost the first Love I ever had!
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