It had to happen sooner or later

I sit alone and forgotten. No fanfare, no cards or gifts. I go outside and collect my thoughts. The sun is shining, its warm with a slight cool breeze which feels good against my skin. The trees too, seem indifferent, their leaves fluttering while the squirrels bandy about, playing whatever games they play.

A deep sigh shutters through me. And you know what? I wouldn't have my birthday any other way. I groove on my privacy. The only real gripe I have is that I STILL DIDN'T GET MY FREAKING, BIRTHDAY PECAN PIE! All my life I desired this - but alas - once again - this sole thing causes me tearful grief. Well.., maybe not tearful. Maybe not grief. More like, disappointment (?). Well..., not dissapointment exactly. More like I didn't get my pie to eat it too! YEAH!

Gawd Im old!