Birthdays come and go ever so quickly now I sit and ponder my age And wonder when I will be under the plow Every year I dread the day I can’t believe its here again I am thrilled knowing it is not here to stay Why do we have to have a day to remember our birth I never asked to be here anyway Can’t we skip over the memory of giving our mothers girth I am sure our moms would rather forget the pain I can’t imagine it w...
Twenty-Nine. I am taking myself to bed on the precipice, but you will technically arrive sometime around four in the morning. Knowing my inevitable battle with sleeplessness I’ll still be awake as you come to pass. I know, I’m still quite the “Spring Chicken”, but for the first time, I feel kind of old, and you’re honestly the first that has been unwelcome. The journey of my 29th revolution around the sun, quite frankly,...
