Another year to celebrate.
Another year to denigrate.
For all that may go wrong.
For songs I haven't sung.
How far could I have come since then
If sinful idleness became
The incarnate expression of
The man I should have been?
One less year to grow and thrive
One less year I must survive
Awaiting our decaying fall
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC
Another year to celebrate.
Another year to denigrate.
For all that may go wrong.
For songs I haven't sung.
How far could I have come since then
If sinful idleness became
The incarnate expression of
The man I should have been?
One less year to grow and thrive
One less year I must survive
Awaiting our decaying fall
Birthday in a few. I always get the birthday blues
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