Happy 40th

 For years I thought I was not meant for this earth.

Truths be told I yearned to never be birth.

But alas I live amongst the billions

Wondering why I went one of the lucky millions.

I aspired, I dreamt, I accomplished and spent,

 My younger years have dwindled they've come and went.

Now 40 I wonder if I truly belong

With little to offer but my words to a song

Time has passed so quickly to dawn,

Each waking day, yet another one gone.

One day I'll rest an eternal goodbye

But this day will wait till I'm ready to die

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