There was nothing special that to the day appeared,
But now that I live in a new dimension,
It shows I made it for another year...
I am now conscious of every day that passes,
And derive pleasure from a stray event,
And though the pace is slower than molasses,
I feel victorious when a pleasant day I spent.
For now, when there are fewer pleasures
And fewer tasty morsels on my plate,
I should learn what remains of life to treasure
And, perhaps, my every birthday celebrate...