Florence P. Wordsmith - Birthdays

What's the point of havin' birthdays
If there are no gifts to give
When love is spent and sorrow's earned
And you've got one less year to live
What's the point of havin' birthdays
If you don't enjoy your cake
It's not your fault your mom's in prison
You should have taught yourself to bake
What's the point of havin' birthdays
You bought yourself a pre-used shirt
Blowin' out candles doesn't matter
When every time you breathe, it hurts
What's the point of havin' birthdays
When empty cards are on display
But count your blessings, soon you'll learn
You'll only have one deathday

Florence P. Wordsmith

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