A poem about my non birthday.
To Christine, with whom I seem to share the same birthday month.
This year I did not celebrate
My birthday as before,
Instead I hit the Nurofem
Because my throat was sore.
I went to bed and slept awhile,
Although the sun was high,
(no urgent duties call me now)
I let the day slip by.
I thought ‘I shall not age today,
I’ll wait a little longer
I’ll choose to add that extra year
When I am feeling stronger!’
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