Every birthday since eighteen I’ve felt not much different.
No older, no wiser.
Nineteen and twenty came and went,
it was getting pretty dire.
Twenty-one was wonderful,
I’m not one for a fuss but I felt like kinda a big deal.
It didn’t last for long, twenty-two arrived…
Birthdays are never as advertised.
Nothing really changed until twenty-three came along.
No more candles, no more balloons, seeing friends became a phenomenon.
I’m grateful, I’m loved,
My loved ones are not to be judged.
Blink 182 might be right…
Maybe twenty-three doesn’t agree
or anyone else for that matter.