One year older,
Happy birthday to me,
Do I look any different?
What do you see?
Do I seem somewhat wiser?
Has there been a big change?
Am I found more alluring?
Or truly more strange.
Do I look over 50?
I still feel 18,
We'll say 25,
And fall in between.
I love my gray hair,
My wrinkle free face,
You'll still find some youth,
That time can't erase.
Candles are burning,
In cake where they're trapped,
Cards all lay open,
Presents unwrapped.
One birthday wish,
Is all that remains,
My deepest desire,
Is what it contains.
I can't say just what,
Or it will not come true,
Here's hoping next year,
I wish something new.
by Beautiful Chaos
Happy birthday to me,
Do I look any different?
What do you see?
Do I seem somewhat wiser?
Has there been a big change?
Am I found more alluring?
Or truly more strange.
Do I look over 50?
I still feel 18,
We'll say 25,
And fall in between.
I love my gray hair,
My wrinkle free face,
You'll still find some youth,
That time can't erase.
Candles are burning,
In cake where they're trapped,
Cards all lay open,
Presents unwrapped.
One birthday wish,
Is all that remains,
My deepest desire,
Is what it contains.
I can't say just what,
Or it will not come true,
Here's hoping next year,
I wish something new.
by Beautiful Chaos
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