of your birthday is over,
and you're simply 43,
not old but definitely not young,
a little wiser but still dumb,
just a bag of cholesterol and regret.
next year, all I want is
to be alive and go to breakfast,
nothing more, nothing less.
and after that, after this,
I want to live this life
over and over and over again,
and with each go round
get better and better,
but then again maybe I can
do that in this life
and treat every new day as a chance
at a better existence, a better me.