Birth’s Conceit

 

I laugh, so lifelessly low

I smile, crying deep below

I curse,breaking my vow

To no one who hears, even now.

 

I chuckle to my spine

Yes today is nigh!

Wishing seven and a decade

The day I met my life.

 

Perhaps in another world,

A much more fortunate child

liken a kingdom,a king’s commemorated

Drafted with gifts, overly joyed

 

A fantasy this day so seem’d

A joke perhaps, to a life so grim

Good night I greet a reflected wimp

Into bed I crawl, like a limp.

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haha happy birthday! Hey thx!

A step closer to the end, yet a year extra to endure.where’s the party? here it is! everyone including me, me , me and all the other non existing nobodies not reading this are certainly invited!

but hey who bothers anyway?

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