Happy Birthday
A day I dread
There’s one day a year
That I find I dread,
The day meant for happiness
But finds tears instead.
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It’s day in my life
I have to live through,
But year after year
It’s getting harder to do.
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My husband sends flowers
With no love or care,
But expects me to believe
It’s his life I should share.
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A new man in my life
Brought hopes of a change,
My father showed me different
And work was arranged.
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So alone I sit
Watching the day slip away,
And think to myself
Colleen happy birthday.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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