What Birthdays Mean To Me

Sad,
That I
Do not know
When I would die.
But knowing that I,
Having survived again,
Another year round the sun,
Three hundred and sixty five days,
Is reason enough to celebrate
In grand style; giving glory to God.
Reminiscing about how far I’ve come,
And reflecting on memories made.
Thinking about friends that I’ve lost,
Along with enemies made.
Did I succeed or fail?
Growing weak or strong?
Birthdays mean much,
And reminds
Me of
Death.

Younglan