It’s something not to talk about,
given that most times I see myself as I was
and not as I am.
People come in and say,
“Ah! Happy birthday, young lady!”
and I wish I could spit at them.
If I wanted to celebrate
with anyone other than myself
I’d be on Facebook.
Instead, I try my best to stay within,
dreaming of all the ghosts of my past,
remembering the true birthday celebrations of
At this point,
birthdays are a commemoration of
Why would I want people to say
their true words of,
“Happy near death! Look at you
knocking on death’s door! God bless you”?
I’d like to say to them,
“Stop letting the Grim Reaper
know I’m close!”
What I grumble instead,
while waving them away is,
“Truck it all to h….”
- Maybe you'll have some insight when an elderly is in a sourly mood. :)