Wednesday, February 14, 2007

The Birthday Blues

I’m living down today.
I’m putting up my dreams
And I’m cashing in my thoughts.

It’s the birthday blues,

I’m alive an well;
Well still breathing
Still walking.
Still worrying about the what ifs and how comes.

It’s the birthday blues,

What should I do?

It’s a car wash of broken dreams
When I think of my past

The future still ahead
But what does it mean?

It’s the birthday blues,

I sit on my couch and drink beer all day

I’m having trouble bending over to tie my shoe

I think I may have a cataract in my left eye.

It’s the birthday blues,

Someone said that Johnny Cash is still alive

And that someone has the cure for the migraine

Wish I had that cure now.

It’s the birthday blues,

How old was Johnny when he died?
Will I get to that age?

Children call me sir.
I hate that term.
I’d rather “Yeah dumb shit”
Anything is better than Sir.

It’s the birthday blues,

Will I get a chance to have the world laugh at me?

Will I own a house before 2023?

Will the band Men At Work Reunite?

It’s the birthday blues,

Will organized religion cease to be?

Someone once said
"If an idea is good it’s on the verge of being stupid."

Happy Birthday to me.

1 comment:

Christy said...

Hi Tony,

It's me Christy. I was just looking around and I found you here! I read a little of your blog--good stuff! You always were a great writer. Congrats on getting married! That's great and Happy B-day!! I had mine last month--35. We're getting old. If you want to catch up you can reach me at I decided I wasn't so vacant anymore...
take care,