Happy Birthday

This is just a draft of a new poem. Changes are expected in the near future. I can't think of anything else.

Years gone by and you don't realize, The number keeps adding up, one by one. Grimly reminds us how long we have been in this world, Yet, it also tells us that our life is getting Shorter and shorter. Another cake for another year, Along came another stick of candle, Candles that resemble the years we've traveled. Increasing annually, and silently whisper to us, "you're one year older, pal." Then they sing to you with voice so joyful: "Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you!" Before they're blown, The candlelights dances on their own. This is the time we make our wishes, Hoping the candles will hear us and grant every single one of them. Such is the tradition of birthday, Created by our ancestors, preserved til today. No one really knows how or who started this, Yet, it is a tradition so well preserved, that everyone still practice it nowadays. Everyone from every corner of the world is singing: "Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you!" Now that you are celebrating your own birthday, Another cake, another candle, another unforgettable day. Let us laugh along and sing along, And let us make your day! "Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you!"