What’s the point
In celebrating birthdays?
I did it last year
And the year before that
It’s getting predictable
And repetitive
…
What’s the point?
I’m moving a step closer
To my final destination
Have I found my purpose?
Have I done my bit?
Is it worth celebrating?
…
What’s the point?
I’m only getting old
My body isn’t the same
Can’t seem to remember a lot
It’s lonely and depressing
Nobody’s even wished me yet
…
Wait a minute
Is it even my birthday today?
Let me check the calendar
Oh… it’s not today. Dang!
Life suddenly became quite pleasant
Frank Solanki 
I loved reading this .. great work 😊
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Thank you.
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Hahaha!
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I just go with what makes sense, to do on my birthday. Every so often, it coincides with Thanksgiving- how fortunate that I have a love for roast turkey and its trimmings.
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Birthday, schmirthday… I prefer to call it my annual celebration of evacuating my mother’s vagina. 😉
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Ha!! Awesome!!
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Thanks.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Haha!!
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Sometimes, the reality is not so ugly.
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Sometimes.
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“A very merry unbirthday to you.” “To me?” “To you.”
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Thanks?
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Cake. And I don’t have to do dishes. But that’s just MY birthday, maybe 😉 If it is yours, hoping it’s a happy one anyway 😀
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Thanks, Anne.
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I chuckled reading this 😆. I feel that way sometimes.
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made me remember the song It’s Not My Birthday by TMBG 🙂 “I am not the only dust my mother raised.”
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Hehe! Thanks for the morning laugh. 😊
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Welcome.
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Birthdays our countdown to death!!
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Now that’s grim.
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Ha Ha! Reality often is….
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True. True.
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haha! About two years ago I woke up on my birthday and realised I had miscalculated my age for a whole year. So on my birthday, I woke up the same age, as the year before. That was a good feeling!
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Nothing could feel better.
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This was unexpectedly happy poem! I mean, given the title, I didn’t see the happy ending coming! 😁
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I am glad you liked it.
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Don’t worry
I do the same thing
I go with everyday is
My birthday
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That’s cool.
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hahahah I love it… Yes its not my birthday and I’m more relaxed 🙂
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Thanks.
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Ur welcome
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Ahh …Frank, I like your poem a lot and understand what you say.
I did decide though that I instead celebrate the day I was given the gift of living on this beautiful
planet – for now. 💐
Miriam
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Thanks, Miriam.
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I loved the pinch of sarcasm in your thoughts. It all depends on what outlook you possess towards events in life. Agree with each and every word you wrote, deep and raw.
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Thanks.
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Your are welcome buddy 🙂 .
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I like this poem…it is organic, at least to me.
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Well, thanks.
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An organic poem. Ummm… would that be the same as a “free range” poem?
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No, more a recognition of what you perceive.
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Ha ha! I’m a leap year freak. I can justifiably utterly ignore three out of every four. 🙂
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That’s good.
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Good one Frank! I thought of Dr. Suess for some reason. Anyway, I would have liked it in a box. I would have liked it with a fox. On a train, in the rain. Well, you get the point.
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I do. I do. Ha-ha. Thanks.
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