Well my birthday has gone by already and I wrote a new poem on my birthday. SO I figured I would pop in here and post it
DAY 900
Another year has passed
And I am 39
A baby was born
It hardly rained at all
The summer is over
A new day has begun today.
You have become a memory
That last flicker of light has gone out.
It has been so long
I just sit here and pout.
How ironic when I count the days
That 900 would be in my way?
It’s supposed to be my birthday.
To most it is just a number
To me it is my diary.
It was yesterday and tomorrow.
It is my sanity.
I have moved on
But you both will never be gone.
I will write until I’m old and gray
And then there will come a day
I will show you what is on the pages
Black and white with tears and pain
It’s heartache and just a memory
That will never go away.
