It has always been a mystery to me
this celebration of birthday.
As if we had accomplished something
deserving of self congratulation.
Give us gifts, cakes, candles.
We showed up amidst pain.
We showed up amidst fear and uncertainty.
Celebrate us.
Throw us a party, invite our friends.
Let there be clowns, ponies to ride,
pointy hats and whistles to blow.
We showed up, celebrate us.
We didnโt choose to,
we simply arrived.
Is that to our credit,
worthy of life long praise?
Who then shall we celebrate on the day of our birth?
Perhaps those who joined together,
no matter their motivation,
that we might have a birthday.
I donโt know you...
But...
Thank you!!
this celebration of birthday.
As if we had accomplished something
deserving of self congratulation.
Give us gifts, cakes, candles.
We showed up amidst pain.
We showed up amidst fear and uncertainty.
Celebrate us.
Throw us a party, invite our friends.
Let there be clowns, ponies to ride,
pointy hats and whistles to blow.
We showed up, celebrate us.
We didnโt choose to,
we simply arrived.
Is that to our credit,
worthy of life long praise?
Who then shall we celebrate on the day of our birth?
Perhaps those who joined together,
no matter their motivation,
that we might have a birthday.
I donโt know you...
But...
Thank you!!
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