I won't make the same mistake
I made back then
no birthday text just a sonnet
which she may or may not read
though if she does she'll understand
how hard life is
and how we all cling to those things
we think will bring us joy
an illusion maybe
and yet not so farfetched
life being more than
an accumulation of candles on the cake
countdown we take part in each year
to some conclusion we
dread
somewhere in the midst of all this
beyond the count of time
we manage to find our bit of joy
what was, what could have been
we celebrate perhaps our survival
never assuming we could
have
made it this far, and we did
and may yet be privileged
to make it to the
next lighting of candles
as we say secret prayers
appreciating the in between
where love resides
beyond just birthday wishes
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