“Happy Birthday,” a Poem by Anonymous

Today is one year closer to death.

Most celebrate 

As if they are happy.

Happy to be closer to death?

One year closer.

One Breath closer

Death trails after each person 

Waiting for the right time

To strike

Young or old 

Death doesn’t care

He takes and takes

Even the sinners and the saints.

Happy birthday.

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