birthday
another year flies by
times of joy and times to cry
in another year what will we find
as promises bind and they unwind
leaving us with empty hearts,
empty thoughts, empty times.
what we feel will often change
from year to next we’ll rearrange
our thoughts our lives, experience
new good times. find bad times
and sing along the song that others
write, trapped in a web that we weave.
tonight is the night.
the mark of a year.
