Making my way up
There is no way I can look down
I hold twenty eight balloons
One more is on its way around
I get to witness my own becoming
every single day
I know aging suits me
I have studied myself in every way
I am trading a number in to collect another
I always have to own it
I can never go undercover
This may get harder to climb
Age can be slightly dangerous
Making my way down the line
I say birthdays are fabulous
-B
2 comments:
mine is in March. i get soo many more balloons than you.
GREAT picture.
Mine just passed.
Beautiful picture girl!
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