Birthdays come and go ever so quickly now

I sit and ponder my age

And wonder when I will be under the plow

Every year I dread the day

I can’t believe its here again

I am thrilled knowing it is not here to stay

Why do we have to have a day to remember our birth

I never asked to be here anyway

Can’t we skip over the memory of giving our mothers girth

I am sure our moms would rather forget the pain

I can’t imagine it was fun

Giving birth had to feel like getting run over by a train

So I say we forgo the memory of our birth

Have a party

Celebrate our worth

After all, it is better to celebrate the person

Having a party to honor them

Birthday celebrations can only make the day worsen