Today someone asked:
“What was my birthday wish?”
I’m trying to think
What should I say?
Can’t remember a thing!

I didn’t have a birthday wish
No wishes this year
No candles blown out
I’m taking the year off, maybe even two

All I want to do
Is to write my poems
Get closer to God
Be there for my mother, brother and his family
I want to do more

Maybe to get whole again?
Am I broken?
No, I have changed
Now I must get acquainted with myself from scratch
I am the clay and He’s the potter

What was your birthday wish?
Are you ready to say good buy?
After everything, I will say:
“If I don’t see you again,
I’ll see you in the clouds!”

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