December 11, 2012


When we each were young
We eagerly celebrated
The passing of each year

But, when we get older
And see the end looming
We look upon it with fear

Each birthday cake
Aglow with candles
Lights up the child’s face

But before too long
Seeing so many candles
Seem just a bright disgrace

A year brings another
‘Til we’ve seen so many
We wish that life would move slower

But the young, they just laugh
Make a wish and blow fast
Before the candle burns any lower

1 comment:

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