To celebrate your years dying in to a brand new age

 

Here I am sitting,

here with fellow friends of mine…

We cook, we drink and also dine…

to celebrate your years dying into a brand new age.

 

I find myself among great men and women…

Of those who had travelled far and long… 

We gambled a little, laughter as wage,

to celebrate your years dying into a brand new age.

 

Long into the night we ate, drink and play,

taking pictures, having fun without delay…

Making merry, engraving memories,

to celebrate your years dying into a brand new age.

 

“David!”, one exclaimed, “you’ve lost your bet!”

“Aye,aye” I replied, “my fellow good mate”…

For every lost bet, for every giggled gained,

to celebrate your years dying into a brand new age.

 

Alas all good time must come to end…

Great meal, great time, great friends…

Till then, when we meet again,

to celebrate others’ years dying into a brand new age.

on life…

I wonder why things I rendered passed,

would return to haunt me fast.

I don’t understand why the things i want,

are often the things out of hand.

Yet I wonder, can broken pieces still be mend?

if, disfigured face returned its glowing tan?

I wonder if a man fell enough,

that he would cease the finish the run?

I would understand if he cries in silenced muff,

forcing himself to believe: There’s nothing more he want.

But if tomorrow would never come,

This may all be a bad bad punt.

Sad it may be, but this is why life’s fun.