Birthdays All In a Row

Another birthday has climbed into my view

Was it me that put it there? Or maybe you?

Which of us wanted it noticed the most?

Was it for me to be toasted, or for you to toast?

For me to be older, is hardly a boast

For I couldn’t avoid that which brought me here

Was it passion? Or simply one too many beers?

Why exactly I was spurred by, I hardly can say

So it really isn’t that significant, exactly which day

What I am, now that’s something in which I could take pride

But chances are, it should only cause me to hide.

So if I don’t find birthdays particularly pleasing

Along with the age-thing, there is always the teasing

You’re getting much older, here’s mud in your eye

Is it really true that you are as old as the sky?

So in hindsight, getting back to the question

Now that I’ve studied and learned the lesson

To the answer of who, brought it to the fore

I surely believe it was you, that wanted it more.


Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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2 Responses to Birthdays All In a Row

  1. Wow—can’t believe it—a poem by you that I don’t fully understand—kinda like my reaction to Emily Dickinson 🙂

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