Just Another Number!
I've seen a few birthdays come and go
And I hope to endure a few more,
But at my age one can't help but question it all.
Just what is a birthday for?
When I was a child I looked forward to them.
It was exciting to guess what I'd get.
But now that I'm old, I don't feel that same thrill.
It's just something I want to forget.
Another year older means nearer the grave!
And I know I'm not ready to go.
So why keep on counting the years as they pass?
That's what I'm wanting to know.
So I'll stop having birthdays at all from now on
After all I don't feel my real age
And knowing time's passed is no comfort at all.
Besides which, how do you gauge?
You're only as old as you feel, so they say,
And I don't feel old at all.
Birthdays prove nothing, I'm still in my prime
Stop counting! I'm having a ball! ! !
poem by Dawn Ferrett
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