Another Year Towards Death

Birthdays are inconsequential
Just a normal day
No use to be sentimental

Just a day one is born
From vacuous inexistence, torn
Thought, emotions — Consciousness
Brought onto life’s shore

The chase of life’s meaning begins
An ongoing struggle — relentless
So many paths to weigh in
So many hurdles to foresee

No end

But death

Just a number
Just a date
Oh quite an ordinary date

No need for fuss nor hullabaloo
Nor to pin down this kangaroo
Some acknowledgement enough
Celebration can be snuffed

A numeric increase in the human measure of being
Just another year closer to keeling

Glad to have life and lived
Though all this can be negatively perceived

Birthdays are just overrated..


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