CLOSER THAN A TEAR

A birthday is a strange affair, which
some will love or fear,
The hopes & dreams come round again
& some may stop off here,
And when all celebrations cease, the
wine & every beer,
Will leave a stale reminder of the old &
passed on year,
And if these have not fullfilled your
time, the question poses near,
Just why we humans count the time at all
seems strangely queer,
For in this moment now, behold
the thing that you hold dear,