4/16/1996
I think it’s someone’s birthday— in fact I would almost swear to it if there weren’t so many holes in the bet I think it’s someone’s birthday— so I’ll celebrate for them with cake and gifts and well wishes I think it’s someone’s birthday— their day of no choice which bred endless decisions I think it’s someone’s birthday— but maybe I am wrong it could be that I am only looking hoping wanting for something to celebrate.
For my poem on self care click here.
Please share…a minute of poetry a day keeps the intrusive thoughts away.