Birthdays

By
Years come and go
Memories are made
With each birthday, a mark is left
A wrinkle or two,
A creaky joint or a few
Teeth are falling out,
but what can you do
You get older as birthdays pass
Gifts are just comments
on how many years have passed
You were given a bike
but now, you are given a cane
Wisdom is gained,
for you to take to your grave
But don’t fret because no one will forget
These memories can’t be blown away
like the candles on a cake





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