In my 20's
In the 70's
I was long in hair,
Donned vests and jeans,
From Goodwill Stores.
But I spent hard cash
On calf-high boots,
Raven black platforms.

Now in my 70's
In these 20's,
They threw me a party.

Hello 70's.
You Are Invited
To a 70's Party.
Groovy attire welcome.

Was I obliged.
Soon compelled.
Nearly obsessed.

Then the epiphany.
The Bard,
Reminds this walking shadow
In the long, gray-haired rented wig.

The smoke from putting out the candles

Reminds me once again how no one cares

How many years has it been with empty promises?



Being told repeatedly how much fun my birthday will be  

You’re getting older we should celebrate  

But when it comes down to it their empty words



It would be different if I didn’t see how much effort  

Goes into everyone else’s  

The smiles I see plastered by how excited they are



It makes me sick; I shouldn’t complain at least they remember

But do they?



I’m celebrated with a cake but who’s going to tell them  

That I’m not much for pastries  

They bought one so it should count for something  



Until you know how each year, I stay up to bake theirs  

One they’ll like

One they’ll enjoy



Here’s to me,  

Happy Birthday to little Miss Nobody

Twenty-four.
A number just one before
twenty-five.
A number that signifies
one quarter
of one-hundred,
-in this case-
years of age.

I've circled the sun so many times
that time itself has begun to blend together:

Days spilled into
                       Weeks cascaded into
                                                    Months plunged into
                                                                                  years; incalculable.

I neglect to mention that throughout it all I have,
in fact,
been vaguely happy at worst and genuinely blissful at best.

And so I say to thee;
If on your birthday you cannot breathe,
If every moment is lost with ease,
I implore you, see the cost of these
things-and learn to set yourself free.

I have never been 40
it's coming soon
it's just around the corner
The big 4-0 looms
I have Never been 40
I haven't got a clue
Will my hair turn grey
How much will I lose?
I have never been 40
What do I do
I've heard all the stories
I don't want to face the truth
I'm turning 40  
Goodbye to my youth
Can some one help me
I'm turning 40 and singing the blues
Will I lose my teeth
Have to gum my food
Wear knee high socks?
Watch the news
I'm turning 40
My life is through
What is next
Nothing to look forward to
It's all downhill
Oh *******
*******
What to do
I'm turning 40
Yeah my life is through

HAPPY LATE 40TH BIRTHDAY FRANK!!!! :)