On the eve of my birthday
‘Reflective’ is the nature On the eve of ones birthday The introspection is even deeper If it falls in years last days
Today is the eve of my birthday I am a year older tomorrow A year closer to the inevitable ‘the-end’ day And a year further from innocent-sorrow
Another year of friends that were lost And the enemies that were gained
Friends whose life was cut short By the dark hands of death Others with whom you lost touch with Cause you were busy ‘earning the bread’
Enemies that were born By black whispers in their ears And of other that just scorned At the praise of your pears
A year full of joy And also of dark sorrow A year whose end chimes in The promise of a new tomorrow
