I Made It To My Eighteenth Birthday

I got a card for my birthday,
A week ago,
From my parents.
It said something on the front,
Something which caught my eye.
Son. Can’t believe that you’re eighteen!
And I thought about it for a while.

Because I couldn’t believe it either.

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One comment

  1. Happy birthday, Matt. That’s about all the “happy” we depressives can manage at one time – we’ll let the new year take care of itself.

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