Sick on your birthday
And three years old
Is all about being sick
Because birthdays do not
Mean anything yet
Sick on your birthday
At ten years old
Makes you think that
Life could never be
More unfair than that
Sick on your birthday
When you are twenty-one
Becomes an exercise
Of mind over matter
And nothing stops the party
Sick on your birthday
Just turning forty-seven
Brings a philosophical air
As you contemplate
Bodies and brthdays
Sick on your birthday
At any age at all
And any way you look at it
Underneath it all
Is just plain unfair
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(POTD #273, originally written and posted on May 3, 2004)
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