What's It Like to Have a Birthday?

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Lucky are you,

for you're not me.

For you can do,

what I can't see.

For you can hear,

her caring voice.

While I am here,

without a choice.

I thought the world,

was very small.

Where when I rolled,

there was a wall.

A wall so soft,

that keeps me warm

A wall so thick,

a shield from harm

I just can't hide,

my happiness.

That she is filled,

with thoughtfulness.

For very soon,

I will be free.

To see the moon,

and climb the tree.

To fly a kite,

and carve on wood.

To take a bite,

on sumptuous food.

To chase some girls,

draw on the floor.

Make a poem,

and draw some more.

To play with her,

and make a kiss.

but now I can't,

because of this.

It was a day,

like none before.

For it was then,

I saw a door.

And there it was,

it's getting nearer.

It's very near,

it's getting bigger.

It held on by

my head so tight.

It was so strong,

I couldn't fight.

I tried to cry,

but how can I?

It was at birth, 

when babies sigh!

I tried to shout,

but who will hear?

The helpless voice

of me in fear?

I asked my self,

is now the day,

to see the world,

and mold some clay? 

No it's not!

I've only been,

inside this womb,

a time so thin!

Finally, 

I understood,

that I would be

outside for good.

But why this pain,

to me you give,

when there was love,

I could receive?

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