Another year around the sun,
With my little bun,
No longer saying our,
For the finality of death solidifies with every passing hour,
What a pointless way to die,
We could never meet eye to eye,
When it came to conversations on your work,
I understand hard work,
It's all I've ever seen,
But you were always in a maniacal state of being,
Sleeping with your laptop,
The typing and the calls, non-stop,
I wondered why you worked that way,
What was the point of it all, anyway,
I'm three years older than you today,
While you continue to remain young with every passing day,
Strange this life, without you,
But I've grown accustomed to walking in both our shoes,
I'm a dad and a mom today,
And I suppose I wouldn't have it any other way,
Happy birthday in advance, my love,
I hope God throws you a fantastic bash up above.
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