A Birthday's Truth

A year is born, one more year is gone,

Each birthday marks a deathday's near,

One year lived, one year died, it's true,

An extinguished candle’s flame, burning clear.

Though birth is not a choice we make,

To live with joy, we must partake.

Each moment precious, let’s seize the day,

And dance and sing, come what may.

Let’s cherish life, this fleeting dream,

And make each moment all it seems.

A birthday’s dawn, a hopeful start,

A chance to mend, a brand new heart.

Let’s paint our lives with vibrant hues,

Embrace the joy, the morning dews.

For in this dance of life and death,

We find true meaning, breath by breath.

Poetic Reflections of a Crazy Soul