Birthday

My Birthday

The best of them all

Birthday

My birthday

Don’t sing to me at all

The awkwardness

The fear

When the waiters

Draw near

Where do I look

What do I do with my hands

I hated it so but

I made it worse with a glance

Eye contact

With who I didn’t know

But all I can remeber

Is her saying “enjoy the show!”

The waiters left

Their song now sung

They hated it as much as I did

This is truly the last rung