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.