Another birthday coming up
Evidence of time passing
Celebrate, one more photograph for the album
Artistic frosting for the face
To hide the lines, my age
Decorate the body in lace and frills
Put on a sickly sweet smile
Join in the festive spirit
Celebrate with the necessary slice of cake
Nervous, for the hours to pass
For my guests to go home
To be left alone for another year
The frosting on my face cracked
Ready to come of
Revealing my true age
Eager to plant myself
In my favourite armchair
To sleep…
©AnitaDawes2022
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The older we get, the less I want to partake in festivities. I still enjoy my birthday, just usually alone.
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At my age, we tend to forget the day…
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I understand.
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I can identify with the sentiment here, Anita.
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Wow. A powerful poem, and a different view of birthdays. I often feel this way about the holidays in general.
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