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When I was young, birthdays were about

Cakes and presents, parties and surprises

For just one single day each year

I was considered special



Now birthdays mean something more

I see it as a milestone in life

A bus stop, in which I sit upon waiting

Looking back, before the next bus moves me forward



And on that day I tend to remember

Of how I've failed and succeeded

Of how much faith I gained

In myself and finding it in others



I've had many people walk in and out of my life

Some never return

A rare few found their way back

Others I never think about again



I remember new relationships I forged

And others I have broken

Of people I've loved

And those I disliked



Of joy and wonder

Of sunshine and rain

Of laughter and tears

Of hugs and fears



Each year I struggle to remember

All the memories I made

The good and the bad

The happy and sad



Some are forgotten

Some are faded

And some I clearly remember

As if it were only yesterday



It's a good time to reflect

A time to reminisce

A time to laugh and cry

Before taking the deep plunge forward.