The passing of another year
I’ve just turned thirty-nine
I’m marking it with Netflix
And a decent bottle of wine
Utterly forgettable
(My age, not the booze)
To reach an age so tedious
Can hardly pass as news
I don’t remember thirty-eight
And it comes as no surprise
That thirty-seven too it seemed
Passed before my eyes
Don’t think I’m complaining
But I just don’t get my thrills
When birthdays come and birthdays go
Like annual household bills
Many said they hoped I have
A lovely day, it’s true
Facts are, it was pretty dull
Like I’m sure it was for you
Next year I’ll turn forty
Not so far down the line
I’ll mark that one with Netflix too
And a decent bottle of wine
RR
