Happy Birthday to Me

Happy Birthday to Me

A Poem by Sir Fusting

Happy Birthday

another year to behold
this man here to mold
his plans and fears
so damn the tears
condemn the weakness
shoot down meekness
if ever it rears its ugly head

I'll keep the traits
the pride and the hate
the smiles and dates
all hold a place.
a plot on the land
that is this man
goes for cheap

as the years fly by
and plans go awry
the adventure becomes

no more wondering
no more pondering
no more questioning
the best of things.

so I'll take it
as it is,
I'm no longer
a kid.

© 2010 Sir Fusting

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Added on April 30, 2010
Last Updated on April 30, 2010
Tags: birthday, growing up, kid, age


Sir Fusting
Sir Fusting

Oklahoma City, OK

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