Another year

That time again.

My shell has a few more scars,
  and the look in my eyes has grown deeper.

The added memories of joy,
  and sadness,
      how can it be ignored.

Notice,
  the last was not a question.

As time passes,
  you should learn.

Observe everything around you,
  and notice the oddly connecting moments.

Don't mind me.
  Just a senile old tortoise,
    watching from my shell.