Happy birthday?A Poem by AllauraRoseWhat is the point of celebrating our existence? Why do we celebrate people for no reason when they are still alive.
Happy birthday...
But is it really something we should celebrate? Why do we celebrate something that tells us we are closer to dying? That we haven’t accomplished anything yet? What is the point of birthdays? To celebrate you growing up and having more responsibility’s and stress? To congratulate you on heartbreak? Or not getting into that college you wanted? Well congratulations... We spend so much money on birthdays to celebrate all the things you talk about at a funeral. Maybe these are just your pre-funerals. Getting others ready to tell stories about you when you aren’t here. I mean isn’t your funeral just a birthday party not on your birthday? So, do you really want to have a birthday? A day to remember you while you are still alive. I don’t think it makes sense, but I like the gifts. © 2017 AllauraRoseAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAllauraRoseRaleigh, NCAboutA fifteen year old introvert who found a way to express herself. Some of my poems are okay and sometimes they are trash, just bare with me. I'm no Emily Dickinson, but I'm me. more..Writing
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