Birthdays.A Poem by Carla
It's another year,
You're older by 365 days, That's cool, it's pretty clear, But no need to go to parties or plays. A small gathering, invite a few guests, Guardians insist on getting prepared, Everyone showed up, looking their bests, But at the end of the night, what you wore, no one cared. Let's go to the city on this special day, Go and get some Italian maybe? Come on, get up, what do you say? I say, let me stay home and relax like a big baby. In my opinion, birthdays are overrated, I'm just sharing my opinion, don't get mad, And for the reasons I have just stated, My birthday isn't coming soon, and boy, am I glad. What I don't understand is gift giving, I mean, I know it's your day in the spotlight, But your gift should be that for another year you're living, Okay, that just got deep, we'll move on, alright? Party hats, Why are they in the shape of a cone? And why have patterns of hearts or cats? To whoever came up with the idea, I'm mind-blown. When did the tradition of eating cake start? And how, may I ask? Why not eat a pie or tart? It's not that hard of a task. Now, here's the question of the night, Why do most people go out? I don't understand it in the slight, So someone, please tell me what it's all about. Overall, this is an opinion, not a fact, A mere thought of mine, Now for something I believe this poem lacked, A toast to birthdays, so raise your wine.
© 2018 CarlaFeatured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
200 Views
6 Reviews Shelved in 1 Library
Added on August 11, 2018Last Updated on August 11, 2018 AuthorCarlaAustraliaAboutI'm a normal Australian girl who loves creative writing, specifically poetry. more..Writing
|