Another Year Older

A birthday is just another day, young of mind, yet youthful looks go away.
Another year older, the world seems a bit colder.
Yet my heart still burns, and for love it forever yearns.
Another year older, I grow even bolder.

Life is for us to learn from, as calculated as a mathematical sum.
Another year older, hurting blazes now just smolder.
Letting go of past rage and pain, living life and feeling sane.
Another year older, a tear on your shoulder.

Life has not been so bad, my tear is of joy not because I'm sad.
Another day older, more pages added to my folder.
I'm glad of whom I am today, I would not have myself any other way.

There Is But One May A Year In The Year

There is but one May in the year,

And sometimes May is wet and cold;

There is but one May in the year

Before the year grows old.

Yet though it be the chilliest May,

With least of sun and most of showers,

Its wind and dew, its night and day,

Bring up the flowers.

-- Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)