of the yearly time
one has spent on the earth.
Most times, it’s a day of joy
Other times it’s for reflection.
However it is though, I never
cease to be grateful for the gift of life.
As long as one breathes I know there is hope.
Hope for correction of past mistakes,
And for writing better stories.
Before I blow out candles
on my cake, or open my
gift, I first give thanks
For the very gift